Why Does It Have To Be So Hard…, acrylics and pencil, 29.7 x 42 cm
It hurts me
This part of me I can’t get rid of
My mind or my heart
Can’t decide the origin of these problems
But I lay here on the floor
All by myself again
Alone with my thoughts
Guess my mind is a prison and
I’m never gonna get out
Uh,
Why Does It Have To Be So Hard…