Second Best
We're all going to die
Before we say goodbye
Let's attack
I admit it's bleak
But I give it a week
Until our friends the meek
Give it back
Is it true?
Well, it's true enough, I guess
Join the chorus of the second best
Second best
Second best
What's left of you that's real?
A mutated ideal
With limited appeal, I suggest
If winning is an art
Then it's drawn us apart
When you erased your heart and beat your chest
Is it you?
Well, it's you enough, I guess
You're an angel in a see-through dress
Is it true?
Yes, it's true enough I guess
Sometimes it's better to be second best
Second best
Second best
Perhaps it's just as well
That I still look like hell
At least the world can tell us apart
Is it true?
Yes, it's true enough I guess
Come join the chorus of the unimpressed
Is it true?
Yes, it's true enough I guess
Sometimes it's better to be second best
Second best
Second best
...I don't think it's ever better to be "second best". I just...ouch. it hurts, a lot. But what else is there?
*sigh* I can't even write about half of this. Fuck. Damn it.