Is Patience Truly a Virtue?

So, I finished a really important song last night. And I was all excited to post the completed lyrics up for everyone to see...but then, I thought..."This is an epic moment for me. Would it be better if I waited, built up the suspense? Do it like REAL recording artists and tease about how I have new stuff for 3 months, build up the hype, and then release a critically acclaimed hit single? Blah blah blah?"

...I've developed an opinion mid-post: Forget suspense. Forget being a musical tease. If I ever make it big, THEN I will be a jerk and prolong the release of "precious" lyrics/songs. But for now, let's just enjoy some music! More specifically, a collection of words that describe mental state on July 17, 2012 and a little bit on December 10 (Holy Goodness, that was yesterday!). Let's reiterate: I write songs based on incredibly personal subjects. I include dates with my songs now, not only to emulate a journal entry, but also to show when I was experiencing what I was writing. This particular song is pretty pathetic, but no worries. Its just therapy :)

"July 17, 2012"

I sit here eating Triscuits and chocolate chips
At 1 in the morning.
I'm getting bigger...and older too.
Second pass; unnoticed.
I've sat and waited for 8 long years,
Hoping for a miracle.
A break in the shit that
I've put up with.
Something less difficult.
I take four steps closer
To my ideal life.
Music path uncharted.
But the fairy tale stories
Show minimal odds.
Then, I'm back to where I started.

Where is my money going now?
I have to figure out my future somehow.

I'm not a winner.
I'm not a survivor.
I'm unentertaining and weak.
I'm a maybe.
Never a definite reply.
I'm forgetful,
And I'm forgettable.
I lack encouragement, support.
I'm an answer
To the question of failure.

I pretend that I'm famous and popular
And write alone in my room.
Post songs on my Facebook site
And sell it all on iTunes.
Four steps later,
I'm a millionaire.
Successful and insightful.
But reality kicks in,
And I'm wasted space.
No one's very helpful.

I'm not a winner.

I'm not a survivor.

I'm unentertaining and weak.

I'm a maybe.

Never a definite reply.

I'm forgetful,

And I'm forgettable.

I lack encouragement, support.

I'm an answer

To the question of failure.

If I can break through

The crowd of desperate hopefuls,

Maybe I'll stop wasting my life.

If I can sing out,

Bare my soul,

Maybe someone will like what I have to say...

I sit here, eating Pick Up Stix

At 6 in the evening...

I'm not a winner.

I'm not a survivor.

I'm unentertaining and weak.

I'm a maybe.

Never a definite reply.

I'm forgetful,

And I'm forgettable.

I lack encouragement, support.

I'm an answer

To the question of failure.