Just look how close that you came,
hours of your fifteen-minute fame,
Count the countless hearts you break,
try to learn from your mistakes.
The pent up pain that you release,
choke on your own memories.
I want to be someone,
but I spent me whole life trying not to be you.
My eyes to the demise of me are seeing from your point of view.
This is not what I want, this is not what I would like to be,
this place isn't home to me,
lost everything and some ask yourself what you've become.