Won't

Probably I won't ever get a child
And my soul will whiter slowly.
I won't give up trying to create art
but at times it feels as if it's already too late.
I won't give up nonetheless.

Good things come and what I left was not my destiny
But in the future it coulda been nice and safe
However it is my fate not to have it nice and safe
That might not be the way for art
But it is the path of mine.

I might be the villain of a tale
and this is something I shoulda seen earlier,
that the chaos of this place owes to me it exists.

I might be a scorpio even if I was born in may.
And hopefully old habits can die as hope has.