Dog Eat Dog

You hungry animals.

You think, but you don't know.

This fashion show kills slow 

And nothing's as it seems.

Passion won't pay the bills.

Won't keep their pockets filled.

You suck the life and will from anyone with a dream.

If I was honest, I wouldn't be what you wanted.

I sold my soul for acceptance and lies.

You never cared for the fire inside.

I try so hard to be heard and to sing what I can't say,

But no one listens to passion at the end of the day.

Honestly, you don't care enough about honesty,

To think how it's haunting me

That I'm not allowed to feel this way.

What hurts the most is that the hands around my throat, I thought they'd help me cope, but instead they're pushing Me away.

If I was honest, I wouldn't be what you wanted.

If I was wanted, I wouldn't be here at all.

I sold my soul for acceptance and lies.

You never cared for the fire inside.

I try so hard to be heard and to sing what I can't say,

But no one listens to passion at the end of the day.

Don't think out loud, or else.

No thought can be your own.

What you reap is not what you sow.

I have anchored my hope, all you want's a show.

I try so hard to be heard, and sing what I can't say,

But no one listens to passion at the end of the day.

I sold my soul for acceptance and lies.

You never cared for the fire inside.

I try so hard to be heard and to sing what I can't say,

But no one listens to passion at the end of the day.

I try so hard to be heard, and sing what I can't say,

But no one listens to passion at the end of the day.