Gatsby's American Dream Cut the Strings Lyrics:
This is frustration. This is me, using the same
tricks and 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
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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. Let’s forget about who we
are, it gets in the way. Let’s forget who we used
to be. We’ll never be the same. So here’s another
one, is it good enough? Is it good enough? Please
do accept. I need this so. I need this. This is
frustration.
Lyrics: Cut the Strings, Gatsby's American Dream [end]