You could never do this 

Remember who gave this 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 song 

Stop cheapening my words 



You haven't raised a naive foot from your cage 

Your lack of everything speaks volume in no words 

And now you point every finger at me 

That I haven't done my job 

Your working overtime with no results 

So now I am pointing the fingers