Act 5, Scene 3

I've gotta say, I've gotta say...
I'm done writing you songs every day
Not everything is just like on our screens
This is a cliffhanger season finale

You're done, you're done
You're getting cut
I'm so sick of the words I carefully place
You don't care, why am I wasting my time?
But this isn't sad,
It's just the truth, so let it go
Nothing is how we see it, though

You've gotta say, you've gotta say...
You want me here if I'm to stay
Not anything is there for me to see,
So tell me where you want me to be

You're done, you're done
You're getting cut
I'm so sick of the words I carefully place
You don't care, why am I wasting my time?
But this isn't sad,
It's just the truth, so let it go
Nothing is how we see it, though

My face is on fire
I feel the pressure
I can't say what I want to you
This is so hard to do

You're done, you're done
You're getting cut
I'm so sick of the words I carefully place
You don't care, why am I wasting my time?
But this isn't sad,
It's just the truth, so let it go
Nothing is how we see it, though

Am I done?
Am I getting cut?