Hemingway the writer

Nearly ten years I've been working hard
With blistered feet and broken hands
I've worn my fingers to the bone
With never a question or a doubt
Of everything I've left behind or lived without
I have walked a straight and narrow road
If I have to break my heart then I'll break it again
I've lost count of all the sleepless nights I've spent
Trying to find the perfect melody
Sometimes I feel like I've been damned to carry on
Sometimes I wonder if it's right or if it's wrong
I just can't rest until I find another song
Some might say it was my first love
Gave everything up, I couldn't get enough
I set my feet on this endless path
I spend my days just passing time
Between the last and another line
When it comes I come alive
If I have to break my heart then I'll break it again
I've lost count of all the sleepless nights I've spent
Trying to find the perfect melody
Sometimes I feel like I've been damned to carry on
Sometimes I wonder if it's right or if it's wrong
I just can't rest until I find another song
So I'll scream 'till I can't sing
And I'll keep playing 'till there's blood on the strings
'Cause it's all I know
Until the page can hold no ink
Until the pen falls from my fingers
I will write these songs
If I have to break my heart then I'll break it again
I've lost count of all the sleepless nights I've spent
Trying to find the perfect melody
Sometimes I feel like I've been damned to carry on
Sometimes I wonder if it's right or if it's wrong
I just can't rest until I find another song