Aaaah oh
I tried so many times
So many times ooh
Some call it skill some call it fate
But in the end I failed anywayNo no
It's not that I don't understand
Oh oh
I just don't have the hands to shape the clay
Haaa haaaI'm not an artist is what l'd like to say
But when I sit down at my dusty wooden desk
And I write and write etch my scars into these lines
Then I know that perhaps I am indeed an artistHoo hoo
Though it's not the same
Hoo hoo
But this is not in vain
My emotions and my pain should be considered art
I know I'm not very skilled at all
But please just listen to my cry
Even if for just a secondAh ah
It's not that I don't understand
No no
But I know this isn't worthless in the end
I'm not an artist or so l'd like to sayBut the truth is that this is my purpose
To write and write to pour out all this pain
That I keep hidden deep inside my humming heart
Hoo hooI know it's not the same
I know it's not the same
Hoo hoo
But this is not in vain
I won't let you say I'm not doing my bestInstrumental
Oooh ooh
Not in vain oooh
NOoOooh ooh
Not in vain oooh
Noo