Letra Cut The Strings de Gatsbys American Dream original
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 heres 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 Lets forget about who we are, it gets in the way Lets forget who we used to be, will it never be the same So heres another one, is it good enough, please do accept(x2) I need this so(x2) This is frustration.