Cliche

It’s not what you say
It’s the way you say it It’s not about the game
It’s the way you play it You might think what I say
Sounds a bit cliche
But in the end
In your mind you’ll replay it Should I be waiting
For the grass to be greener
On the other side
Be sitting at home
Twiddling my thumbs
When I can’t decide
Do I run my show
Or is it a compromise
Is it my way
Or the highway
When others think otherwise
I love surprises but
I never improvise
I think I’m grounded but
My strings aren’t really tied
The showbiz roller coaster
Has taken me for a ride
The highs
The lows
This is why I stride
It’s not what you say
It’s the way you say it It’s not about the game
It’s the way you play it You might think what I say
Sounds a bit cliche
But in the end
In your mind you’ll replay it