You better write this down
Carve it in stone
With your fingernails
I won't die the king
Of the house I grew up in
Like my forefathers
Slaving, gasping in blue
From their tightened collars
 [bad word] with comets
Are there open arms

When I turn around
And see someone who tried
Will you find me as
sight for your sore eyes
If not then be a hero
Save your breath
And let me waste my time

I'm spitting out this image
Traced as picture perfect
And may die by my own hand
But being busy living
I just might make it out alive
Fingers crossed and so calloused
 [bad word] with comets
Are there open arms

When I turn around
And see someone who tried
Will you find me as
sight for your sore eyes
If not then be a hero
Save your breath
And let me waste my time

To everyone who ever told me I can't
I'll prove you wrong
For every loved one who built me up
I won't fall down

When I turn around
And see someone who tried
Will you find me as
sight for your sore eyes
If not then be a hero
Save your breath
And let me waste my time

To everyone who ever told me I can't
I'll prove you wrong
(I'll prove you wrong)
For every loved one who built me up
I won't fall down
(I won't fall down)