Wonder What's Next

It sometimes feels like a burden,

I want to succeed,

Is this a good quality,

I wonder what's next,

Nothing.

More and more it's an animal,

Waiting to be seen,

Faced with someone's failures.

A sickening sight, indeed, indeed, indeed.

In the beginning it seems that no one

Thinks beyond having fun which is why

You write music in the first place always

Moving, refining, pushing forward the art

That one's creating, looking to the right

Time to share it, and then the headaches

Of criticism senior advisors unseen people

Above twisting and distorting that which we

Love, and never ending problems with

Money holding you back preventing progress

I thought you only started 'cause it was fun.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

I wonder...

I wonder...

What's next.

'Cause we play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game,

Yes I mind, its not your turn.

We play the blaming game...

We play the blaming game.