Listen here to an unreleased demo of “Disappointed”. Written by TOM DOUGLAS/Sony Music Publishing
Why does someone write a book?
To share something important.
To express a burning need.
Because they think they have all the answers.
To challenge the world, spark change, or right a wrong.
Because they love words.
Because they believe it’ll bring success or money.
Because they’re searching for themselves.
Yeah, all of that is true, I guess. But for me, I wrote this because I was disappointed.
Disappointed in my songs.
Disappointed in myself.
Disappointed in the time I’d wasted and the dreams I’d stopped chasing.
Here’s why:
The dismissals.
The soul-crushing grind.
The apathy.
The arrogance.
The condescension.
It nearly broke me.
I was disappointed that I had let myself be caught in the grip of a culture that suffocated my heart, mind, and soul. Instead of creating, I chose to numb myself.
One day, it hit me. I looked at the needle in my arm—literally and figuratively. I saw the poison dripping in, numbing me until I felt nothing at all.
It wasn’t just addiction. It was social media, politics, fear, jealousy, comparison. Pick your poison.
I had been distracting myself to death.
Maybe you get it. Actually, I know you do.
I wasn’t living—I was just surviving.
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