You stand upon your pedestol
While past lights cast upon your face
Think that the whole world is your sole
No,you dare consider this your race
Perfect teeth don't make a perfect soul
Not every girl will fall into your hands
When you're always wanting more
At least not me,while you crawl on the stand
The world is part of the millions of a part
Do you even seem to get it
This life will keep getting hard
The puzzle piece is not a perfect fit
Strange though,you're still in my mind
I thought you were defeated
The only thing my heart finds
Boy,you're so conceited