Always been second best, a step below, nothing special, I'm chronically obsessed with f*cking up
And blowing my chances
So when I close my eyes it's death that I dance with
I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
It's weighed me down as I've gotten older cause I'm weak
I've faced facts, I see them smile, with their fingers crossed behind their backs
Nice guys are doomed from the start
f*ck!
I've learned to kill of my conscious, clean slate, no more f*cking kindness
Life's been a b*tch, a thorn in my side, instead of looking ahead, I'll just close my eyes
I've become a better person, one who's not concerned with the cold world that I once knew
I've learned to live in this cage on my own, your jester, your f*cking fool
I am the victim, the butt of the joke, misery's company
I've been thinking vicious thoughts, now lets make them a reality
I dwell in the gallows, consumed by doubt (get me out)
A breathing cadaver, my mind is going south
The hearse screams, they swear that I really am a madman
A f*cking madman, they scream, they scream
I miss who I used to be, so let the reaper come get me
I miss who I used to be, so let the reaper come and get me
I miss who I used to be and everything is fine