Did I play the right chord?
This question keeps me in limbo.
The other ones on the stage
They circle me in tune.
Would it be out of key,
To jump right into whatever shuffles out of me?
Certain echoes dwell,
But I'll do fine
Can't you tell?
Can I sing you a tune?
One I wrote just for you?
Open your ears and listen to
These songs that I write.
The songs that I write.
I've heard it several times before
âWhy is this the road you chose?â
It's just a turn of just a page.
Am I not free to choose?
There is a certain part of me
That wants to believe in destiny.
With only five under my belt
I'll just get better
Can't you tell?
Can I sing you a tune?
One I wrote just for you?
Open your ears and listen to
These songs that I write.
The songs that I write.
I feel used;
Used by you.
I feel used;
Used by you.