it's not the end it's a fact of life.
 you try to lie.
 'cause it's easier to be the one
 who everyone has shit upon.
 and then you ask yourself why you'll never fly so high?
 and you'll never know the reason 'til you leave this lie.
 you are not the only one to be this hurt.
 and you are not the only one to eat this dirt.
 you're not the martyr.
 so you sit and you rot.
 sittin' on your throne of self pity
 pissin' in your own pot.
 you waste your precious time
 cryin' over spilled milk
 'stead-a-workin' on that house to be built.
 and then, then you ask yourself why
 you'll never fly so high?
 and you'll never know the reason 'til you leave this lie.
 you are not the only one...
 and then you ask yourself why
 you are not the only one to be this hurt