Well im the fire breathing dragon who eat’s one man Armies/ and asked you to lay ya heart upon me/ but you didnt trust the dragon/ was my skin too rough/ was my persona to tough/ well from the dragon’s point of view you ain’t trust em enough/ with teeth made of heart aches and Eyes as thin as glass/ I cry out sand and eat the time that passed/ and with a heart full of pride/ It dies by the disreguarding blade that you wield by your side… . .—matt—
Its hard for me to figure out what exactly makes me happy.
It’s hard to please an artist and keep them content with things.
Artist need new things, scenery, and often, new people in their life to stay inspired.
As a artist Im trying my best to not break down.