You cross your fingers hide away
Slightly dim but not at all okay
You talk and talk about yourself
It must be rough when there is no one else

Putting on your best face
You're the big rat in the race

You feel down
And now you know you've made [bad word] this far
Too bad it's all been wasted

Are you still just as [bad word] loyal if it's on your terms
Still always right and so high [bad word] Looking so good but no you're not much fun

Putting everyone through [bad word] Don't you know that I wish you well

Where are your friends
Now that you have made it
Turn it on
But I know how you fake it

By yourself blame someone else too bad