But Me

You know when you are in grave self-doubt Thinking about that one big great impossible dream? A kind of thing that destiny decides, so all the people who dare to dream know what this is about Those feelings of embraced accomplishment which is only in our minds but still makes us want to scream The adrenaline rush after just one glimpse of your so-called “one-day” day The smile of pride, the costly car, the immense respect, and the eyes of tear A thought whose level of impossibility is to such an extent that you think twice even if you know the way The mild stones, the late nights, the futile distractions, the early mornings when all that’ll clear You imagine thinking of the start Years ago about your illogical choice You think of keeping the one last hope in your cart When you listened to that cracked voice You thought anyone mentally stable would learn the lesson But you knew that there’s a very thin line between a genius and a mad When you didn’t care about society or your impression You thought you’d try once more so you wouldn’t be sad You commanded your brain to think and not be lazy You once more had the urge to be called the queen But you knew to be a genius you must think crazy Or else you’ll end up just like the last time- unseen I knew anyone smart wouldn’t, but me I knew anyone mature enough wouldn’t, but me Anyone not faithful enough wouldn’t, but me Instead anyone passionate enough, like me Would Will and Do It Work, Struggle and have it Fight, Suffer and Own It Smile, Accept and Earn it Anyone not faithful enough wouldn’t, BUT ME