It’s the actor the crowd comes to see
The actor the crowd wants to be
That I please you is a result of my art
You didn’t put me here, I was here from the start
So if you feel disappointed, or at all hard done by
I’m sorry, I assure you I did try
Don’t blame if you didn’t get what you bargained for
I promised you nothing; you have no right to be sore
Yes I have been the best, the best there ever was
Talent , effort, destiny, who knows the cause
As your awe turns into adulation
You translate it into expectation
I do appreciate you, don’t get me wrong
But a guitar string can break during a song
Should I do what satisfies you
Or should I satisfy you with what I do
Since good isn’t good enough for me now
I must excel, surprise; take a bow
Your emotions you think dictate my acts
Your judgement you think is as good as fact
Just call me God, and expect worthy feats
Expect me to dance to your beats
Your presence, designed to make me nervous
For this God is reduced to your service
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