Pathetic

What does the future hold?

I hear it's bad, I hear it's cold

And I'm growing old from being told about it

And I don't know why they try

It's better to deny, and with respect that we can buy

With business cards and phony lies, the music dies

It's a business, it takes time

But it seems like every time we get ahead we end up back behind

And it's because of all the lines

"You won't make it"

And it gets harder every time

But maybe they're wrong and they'll hear our song

When will these lines come to an end

I'm tired of them, but you'll just bring them on again

But without an ear to lend

You're stuck without a fact to send

I've heard percentages, I've heard all the negatives you say, to my dismay