Lyric Pathetic

What does the future hold?
I hear it s bad, I hear it s cold
And I m growing old from being told about it
And I don t know why they try
It s better to deny, and with respect that we can buy
With business cards and phony lies, the music dies

It s a business, it takes time
But it seems like every time we get ahead we end up back behind

And it s because of all the lines
"You won t make it"
And it gets harder every time
But maybe they re wrong and they ll hear our song

When will these lines come to an end
I m tired of them, but you ll just bring them on again
But without an ear to lend
You re stuck without a fact to send
I ve heard percentages, I ve heard all the negatives you say, to my dismay