Act 2: Full Inbox

Everyday there is a new song to be singing
For the first time ever my phone won't stop, ringing
Every text and call and email that I get
Is filling up my inbox and I'm starting to regret
The decision to present myself out there
I experience their feelings which is not fair
I don't care about the stupid lives they lead
It's not like I need the money, I'm only 16

With every passing note
I wish I could fly away from this responsibility
Every line and lyric has it's effect
It's taking it's toll on me

Why should 'bout the lessons that I'm learning
When everything around me in the world is burning
Maybe I should take a break from writing songs
It might minimize the consequences
The list is getting too long

With every passing note
I wish I could fly away from this responsibility
Every line and lyric has it's effect
It's taking it's toll on me

Why do you resist what you are good at?
Because I know that there's a price to pay
You don't have to resist what you are good at
Maybe I'll keep it up for one more day

With every passing note
I wish I could fly away from this responsibility
(Come on kid, we've got a deadline, you'd better get to work)
Every line and lyric has it's effect
(Get on up, you've got a job)
It's taking it's toll on me
(Let's make this work)