Manic Drive

Mold black models out of clay
I thought I made a masterpiece
Compared it to clones
I thought I made an art that was unique
Only minutes crossed me by
Something drastic caught my eye
My model look the same as my
acquaintance’ models once it dried
Dumbfounded scratching my head
Let’s try again and instead
I’ll use my strength and fingernails
until I come up with something else new
I’ll turn this black into blue
CHORUS:
Tried my own way
Still I can never feel at home
Please don’t remind me