the song: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1386858916 In time, I’ll face my old mistakes And blow this world away ^ i know ill have to face things i did in the past if im going to be a successful musician A long-lost night with a blank white wall And a long-gone guide saying “paint your world” Though I’d best think twice when I praise that girl Hey, at least she was making her mark ^ a lot of the people i looked up to when i first joined scratch were kinda controversial and just not the best role models. but they /were/ famous, they were at least remembered for something Another late night, as the painting blinks And I think, what’s life past the scheme of things? Shall I eat my words till I’m bleeding ink? ‘Cause there’s more that’s never-ending than art ^ "the painting blinking" is supposed to be my vtuber model, and ive been wondering lately what im going to do with my life when my time as "th3a" is over. the third line is about trying to get rid of my digital footprint, and the fourth is about how creators are remembered for their controversies more than their art sometimes I promise I can be anything you’re hoping and praying I’ll be While stressing ‘cause tomorrow’s what I’m relishing, jealous of me? Identity unweathered but is tethered to teenage dreams ^ as a musician you have to balance living up to your fans' expectations while also managing your own anxiety and other personal issues. the last line is about how there's nothing /wrong/ with the "th3a" persona, but in my head it's just synonymous with the goals i had when i was 14-15 and that's why i don't want to use it forever Time is of the essence, crying At what point do I drop the meaning of life and run? And I don’t know where, but to somewhere fun Where I can hide from the sun ‘cause ^ scratch is such a big part of my life i call it "the meaning of life" here, and another reason i might leave it behind is just being in search of new, fun experiences. in my previous songs ive always called the "night" as the time when the world comes alive and everything fun happens, so "hiding from the sun" here means me trying to prolong the time until life gets boring again I’m a free man who lives pretending As the space’ll narrow, for myself I’m fending I’ll be damned if my world is ending Falling ‘till I’m drawing a blank instead of art ^ this is all about how, again, my time here is limited and i can't stay forever. specifically the third line is about how i feel like i've already screwed my future self because of my past Where’s the reason why that the end won’t justify For these childish faults and crimes to my name No potential is worth amending Every lie and failure of mine ^ WHY did i act like that online. why did i do those things, i don't remember, and just like. if only i had been thinking them through first. it would've saved me so much trouble (Ten elevenths gone) ^ again, my time here is limited. No one dares to stray off the track Right outta the gate, fated to finish last Ideas block the compass ‘till you’re saying less An empty shell’s a man of perfect success That ain’t a piece of art, girl, it’s just vanilla It ain’t sweet or tart, just smack in the middle Aesthetics get y’all your fifteen minutes But if you’re keeping the crown, that commitment’s vicious ^ the first part is about how a lot of spop idols just cover popular songs for views instead of covering songs they actually like, and how it's hard to get popular without being "aesthetic" Should I put these fears to bed? While y’all waste away, I’ll be painting the town red Daring to color outside the lines And in due time, you’ll never turn your backs ^ if i didn't have my past kinda chasing me i know i could be successful Feeling so ecstatic and applause just keeps it rolling Don’t you know I’m so iconic, baby, everyone is folding But at what point will I drop the part for a part-time job? If that’s what the script called for all along? To wrap it up with the songs, oh ^ but i don't know how realistic my dreams even are, im cherishing this time i have on scratch as a "popular musician" because it might never happen again “I’ve never seen a kid so hungry” Yeah, ain’t the wind tonight so lovely? Playing it safe, I’ll not try to set the scene That kid sure as hell ain’t me, I don’t dare ^ a lot of the time i don't feel like i deserve the compliments i get Studios are where everyone, the pessimists and triers Sketch out their delusions, both the major and the minor There’s the reason why that the end won’t justify For the safety-blaming lies I regret Studios are where everyone forgets their second home ^ "studio" could mean an art or recording studio for the sake of the art metaphor but its meant as a scratch studio I’m a hostage, I’m not pretending I walk around with signs that say “the world is ending” Under pressure but not breaking, bending
