Quiet, I'm sad.
Take one.
Hey, yo.
Quiet, I'm sad.
Light,
camera,
action,
life.
It's sometimes strange in the fiction,
but the weird thing seems to be that the
storyline don't ever stick to the scripting.
The characters involved don't match the description.
We all tied up yet we still tripping over the small things,
what seems to all bring me back to when I first started.
A hopeless, organic, left broken hearted.
A bright-eyed teen that seemed to disregard
any advice given about my future plan.
Had to go and make things hard,
was told to go through,
was told to be a man.
Damn,
but I didn't grow up,
or be the lucky winner on who wanna blow up.
And that's fine,
* happens,
all the trouble make a better storyline.
And I tried,
I tried to make something out of nothing before.
I tried to leave the best on the cutting room floor.
But the story runs until the greatest room.
But I'm too wrong, there I tried.
I tried to put the blame on everyone else.
Looking for excuses rather than some help.
And I know that feeling
when you don't fit in,
it's stranger than fiction.
Play it brought in the scene never knowing lies.
A beautiful background for all undefined.
September nights where breezes rust across my back.
Staring at the sky, fading in the black.
Stretch your fingernails,
cross the storyboard,
I'm bored.
I may need to be looking up from the years before.
When the plot begins to twist and turn.
I'll try my best to keep myself on the road and learn.
And I tried,
I tried to make something out of nothing before.
I tried to leave the best on the cutting room floor.
But the story runs until the greatest room.
But I'm too wrong, there I tried.
I tried to put the blame on everyone else.
Looking for excuses rather than some help.
And I know that feeling when you don't fit in,
it's stranger than fiction.
Quiet on set, lights, camera, action.
Take one, one take.
No mistakes.
Cut, check the gate, now roll the tape.
Separate the rear from the fin.
Put the score on board and it sounds great.
No dialogue, forced on course, the bricks.
Take five, cry and enjoy the day.
And I tried,
I tried to make something out of nothing before.
I tried to leave the best on the cutting room floor.
But the story runs until the greatest room.
But I'm too wrong, there I tried.
I tried to put the blame on everyone else.
Looking for excuses rather than some help.
And I know that feeling when you don't fit in,
it's stranger than fiction.
Quiet on set.
Now roll the tape.
Now roll the tape.
Now roll the tape.
And as always, the words of all the takes
feature this obviously.
Each.