Gatsbys American Dream - Cut The Strings Lyrics
This is frustration.This is me, using the same tricksUsing the same tricksGetting sick of itThis is me throwing these handsagainst the wallhoping something will stick; this is awfulAwful to think who decideswhat should or should not stayWhat ends up on the cutting room floorApparently, its not my, its not my choice to makeSo heres another one, is it good enoughPlease do accept, I need this soIf it's not up to par I just can't think of what I might do nextI'll just appease and conform to your tastes, yeahLets forget about who we are, it gets in the wayLets forget who we used to be, will it never be the sameSo heres another one, is it good enough, please do accept(x2)I need this so(x2)This is frustration.