paroles de chanson Sitting Alone in a Room (Demo) - Hobbes

100 Years from now nobody here will know my name
100 Years from now I will not have a speck of fame
All my albums and videos gone lost
I've set aside so much time for this art, at what cost
Tell me what's lost in the art of self-expression
It's ironic the creator dies, making his own medicine
Lost in myself, they call it creative vision
Pouring all my life into some media, but no job has risen just
Sitting alone in a room, sitting alone in a room,
Sitting alone in a room, sitting alone in a room,
Sitting alone in a room, sitting alone in a room,
Sitting alone in a room, sitting alone in a room,
Who am I
Who am I really