Annie Taylor Lyrics

This process is becoming difficult with
Everyone around me
Donating words to my mouth.
Ill makes my charitable debut
Reading histories of you.
I wish I had the tact.

You're not going to listen to a thing
They say to you.
And you'll perform your exit
For the masses.

A sea of protests, a wooden vehicle.
To write without compromise.

Annie, you're getting too close to the edge!