Sangtekst: Gatsby's American Dream. Cut the Strings.

this is frustration
this is me using the same tricks and getting sick of it
this is me throwing pieces against the wall hoping something will stick
this is awful
awful to think who decides what we should or should not say
what ends up on the cutting room floor
apparently it's not my choice to make
so here's another one
is it good enough
please do accept
i need this
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
let's not forget about who we are

it gets in the way
let's not forget who we used to be
it will never be the same
so here's another one
is it good enough
please do accept
i need this
this is frustration