Gatsbys American Dream Cut The Strings Lyrics

Cut The Strings Lyrics

This is frustration.

This is me, using the same tricks

Using the same tricks 



Getting sick of it 

This is me throwing these hands 

against the wall 

hoping something will stick; this is awful 

Awful to think who decides 

what should or should not stay 

What ends up on the cutting room floor



Apparently, it’s not my, it’s not my choice to make 

So here’s another one, is it good enough

Please do accept, I need this so 



If it's not up to par I just can't think of what I might do next

I'll just appease and conform to your tastes, yeah

Let’s forget about who we are, it gets in the way

Let’s forget who we used to be, will it never be the same



So here’s another one, is it good enough, please do accept(x2)

I need this so(x2)



This is frustration.