It's not worth it.
I'm just a second chance,
a second best…a second glance?
I've always been next best,
I've always known a life of dreaming
but having nothing to weave it with.
This lost soul has been drowning for so long,
she's forgotten what it is to breathe again.

And as these bruised tears supply the ink,
a pen dies elsewhere and it's because of me.
My fault is my fear, my fears are my faults
It looks and sounds so easy.
I wish it were for me.

I'm just B-rated poetry,
the lowest you can go, the lower than the low,
below the broken hearts and lives on display
is me.
I guess I'll be on my way
in the most fashionable suit I own.
Don't these rags go so well
with my darkest shade of pale skin?
Don't you wish you could have as much nothing as me?
I make you jealous, I'm sure
of this never-ending misery.

And as these bruised tears supply the ink,
a pen dies elsewhere and it's because of me.
My fault is my fear, my fears are my faults
It looks and sounds so easy.
I wish it were for me.

But feelings you hide are where I'm best.
I'm an expert in masks and symphony.
Go to sleep and you will see
how nothing's ever meant to be
for me.