All those times when I open my mouth.

About to sing.

I hear your voice instead of mine.

My parts, being sung by you.

All those rehearsal on songs, throw away.

Now what, am I not good enough for others to hear me.

My opinion.

My voice.

Times during interviews.

They asks us all a question.

I open my mouth to reply.

And your voices are heard instead of mine.

I give you a look of.

"I had something to say"

You glance back with.

"Sorry"

Well sorry is not good enough anymore.

I'm tired of sitting back.

Tired of letting you two take three spotlights.

Instead of two.

You always tell me.

"You and the guitar"

Is that it?

Am I just the guitar player?

Nothing more?

I can't take anymore.

So now.

We sit on an interview.

Live.

They ask us all a question.

I open my mouth to respond, but your voices are heard.

Not this time.

I cut you both off.

"I'm leaving the band"

Looks of shock on your faces.

I, Jason Gray, have been heard.



:), yeah. I'm still sucking at this. still trying. review?