It sometimes feels like a burden,
I want you to succeed
Is this a good quality?
I wonder whats next.
Nothing.
More and more its an animal,
Waiting to be seen,
Faced with someone's failures,
A sickening sight indeed, indeed, indeed
In the beginning it seems that no one
thinks beyond having fun
Which is why you write music in the first place,
Always moving, refining, and pushing forward the art that once created,
that one's creating
Looking to the right time to share it,
And then the headaches of criticism,
Senior advisors unseen people
above Twisting and distorting that which we love,
And never ending problems with money,
Holding you back,
Preventing progress,
I thought you only started 'cause it was fun.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!!
I wonder,
I wonder whats next.
cause we play the blaming,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn.
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
We play the blaming game,
Yes I mind,
Its not your turn!
