Mr. Moderator 2: Diary of a lyricist

My score is not great, well, to be honest, it's catastrophic. To be more honest: awful, horrible, and in one sentence: it 's bad, it's bad. The first third of my life was all repetition of the same pleasure of knowing. One morning, like my peers, I realized for no reason that the color of the sea was blue, or that the world's numbers were not more than ten. The second third of my life, however, I wrote my wishes so fast that someone was informed about it, not angry about it. The result was double suffering and constant sorrow. The third third of my life remains