Seem to lay barren and lifeless
But what if I told you that's not the case? Would you believe me or think I'm a mess? It doesn't matter because I can't see your face
But what I can see
Is all this negativity. When all the work you put in goes unnoticed It's really easy to miss..
Why should it matter who notices your worth? Maybe the appreciation is what you seek But what if I said that's what makes you weak?
Because my dear,
That's exactly what you fear But no one can control that; even you So whatever happens, it depends on what you choose to do.