Nothing I make is mine.
Everything's been done before, it's like
The whole world's been explored, and
There's nothing left
I think that I'm losing my mind.
I can't explain why I feel this way, I see
Something and it reminds me of
An idea I've had
Is this how it's going to be?
What can I do, this can't be the whole truth
There has to be something that
Can only be made
Where can I begin?
If I'm fighting this fight then I'm fighting to win, I can see
The light at the end of this tunnel, where
I am meant
I'm breaking through this block.
My fullest potential is being unlocked, it's clear
That what I make is mine now, and
I can make myself