THE BALLAD OF THE MAN IN 2ND PLACE
I scream into the void, but nobody ever listens
Maybe if I turn the formant down on my voice
It'll make a difference
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to prove
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
I work until I drop and then I think that I deserve it
I'm under the impression that success would come so early
No matter what the consequence, I hate it and it's boring
Keep my feelings wrapped up so nobody starts to worry
I'm always so impatient that I'll run right in the ground
If my patience is a virtue, my morality is sound
Feel the cracking on depression at a place of my own head
If I'm not busy, overworking I'm distressed and seeing red
'Cause I don't know want to do
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to prove
I scream into the void, but nobody ever listens
Maybe if I turn the formant down on my voice
It'll make a difference
I'm always second choice
Halted at the line of scrimmage
Silently wishing that somebody sees through the noise
To help me close the distance
I hope I fit in now 'cause I don't know what to do
I hope I fit in now 'cause I don't know what to prove
Maybe if I turn the formant down on my voice
It'll make a difference
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to prove
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
I work until I drop and then I think that I deserve it
I'm under the impression that success would come so early
No matter what the consequence, I hate it and it's boring
Keep my feelings wrapped up so nobody starts to worry
I'm always so impatient that I'll run right in the ground
If my patience is a virtue, my morality is sound
Feel the cracking on depression at a place of my own head
If I'm not busy, overworking I'm distressed and seeing red
'Cause I don't know want to do
I hope I fit in now, 'cause I don't know what to prove
I scream into the void, but nobody ever listens
Maybe if I turn the formant down on my voice
It'll make a difference
I'm always second choice
Halted at the line of scrimmage
Silently wishing that somebody sees through the noise
To help me close the distance
I hope I fit in now 'cause I don't know what to do
I hope I fit in now 'cause I don't know what to prove
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Writer(s): Christian James
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