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 *forget* about who we are 
it gets in the way 
let's *forget* who we used to be 
*will it never* be the same