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.
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