Lies
 
“This will never make it”, the insiders say
“This will never learn how to fly”
Meet me in my dream on the outside lane
Looking for a reason to cry
 
Lies to replace a dying feeling
 
It’s hard to admit that I’m making it now
I feel a little full of myself
We hate competition but we suffer it well
Here’s another shot to your health.
 
Lies to replace a dying feeling
 
“This will never make it”, the insiders say
“This will never learn how to fly”
Meet me in my dream on the outside
Looking for a reason to die.