The artmaker of pain

When I grow up, I want to make money out of being sad when I grow up, I wanna make people feel something real, like crying when I grow up, I want to wake up to silence, brewing that dark morning coffe When I grow up I want to keep being a teenager at heart when I grow up, I really want to know what true love feels like but if I never will thats fine, its ok I will watch my friends get married and have kids I will be standing in my lonely corner with a cigarette taking notes on my phone maybe that is who I am meant to be, an artmaker of pain, isnt it a beautiful thing to be though