I received a lot of praise For my musical ways and it caused waves To crash around my heart- Their expectations over my art It ruined my passion In a "Wonderwall" fashion Singing over and over again Into soulless eyes, Made me feel like a type of prize It was a lot of work to learn I'm not I can sing and make music without being bought
I don't play for you anymore because I don't want it to be the only thing you love me for.