13. The song with no title

This time I’d thought I’d done it my way
But it was just another cliché
Just designed to make me feel OK
Just keep on making me say, making me say

Each time that I make it
Please God please take it from me
Before it drags me down
Before it drags me down

Your laurels are so easily worn
All I need is a crown of thorns
I feel your praise fading away
Just keep on making me say, making me say

You know I wouldn’t mix with your friends
And so the mean justify the ends
You don’t have to look away
Just keep on making me say, making me say

Inward looks don’t mean anything
To someone who’s outside your ring
I will let you have your day
Just keep on making me say, making me say

This time I’d thought I’d sung it my way
But of course it's just another cliché
Just designed to make me feel OK
Just keep on making me say, making me say