Testo: Draft (The). In A Million Pieces. Let It Go.

I'm sick of all these people
Telling me that they got some better way
And I just can't see it
Cause there's no burning bridges blinding me
I see it all and I just don't need it
Cause I'm not laying on my back and no
I'm not pushing daisies up from me

It's fine if you think I'm just waiting
I couldn't get any more frustrated
My credit cards hire companies
To figure out how to get some more of me

And I won't lie unless you ask me to
But I take what I got, I'm warning you
If you ask then I'll let it go