The Art of Killing a Copy Machine
You could never do this
Remember who this is to you
I was there when you held the notepad
When you committed it all to memory
Only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart
Stop singing my songs
Stop cheapening my words
You haven't raised a naive foot from your cage
Your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words
And now you point every finger at me
That I haven't done my job
You're working overtime with no results
So now I am pointing the fingers
You could never do this
You bite the hand that feeds you
We built before everyone wanted a piece
You could never do this
Never
Autor(es): D. Clark / Ryan Clark
