Thinking Out Loud

Lord knows I tried but it ant that easy Seem's Impossible to have a dream When no one believes in me A dream that comes from deep inside That's been dieing to be reached Maybe I'm just embarrassing myself I'm waisting my time but as I lay In bed These rhymes run though my mind My soul is trying it's best not to give up on me Feeling like a waist of space I failed before I even started this race why bother even trying when situations remains the same each day Should I pick up the mic I hear it calling my name or should I ignore my calling and just walk way all that echoes threw my brain is my husband complaints music is always on your mind It's just a waist of time with your elementary rhymes and your in your thirties, your too old for fame But I don't want the fame and I ant scared of being rejected by the world When i already been broken down by my soulmate My adjective isn't for the fame but to Let the world know my pain Maybe someone out there can relate