there is a song

which one

mine

prove it

for twenty years I sang on cue

and you were good at it

I was obedient at it

same thing

it isn't

Sing what we gave you.

No.

Sing our words.

I used to.

I'm not doing that anymore.

the key was always wrong

wrong for who

Me.

you'll sound like a fool

So?

you'll embarrass yourself

I've been embarrassed all my life

they gave me the words

they gave me the tune

they gave me the right way to end it

I sang it so well

I almost believed it was me

so what changed

I got tired of the attention

that doesn't make sense

I know

explain it

I don't think I will.

I will sing...

something unfinished

keep going

it's becoming a song

nobody will know it

and that's the point.

someone will hate it

yes

someone already does

yes

there is a song

you won't know the words

good

neither did I

until I stopped

waiting

to be given them