you cry well get by
it's not the end it's a fact of life
you try to lie
'cause it's easier to be the one
who everyone has shit upon
and then you ask yourself why you'll never fly so high?
and you'll never know the reason 'til you leave this lie
you are not the only one to be this hurt
and you are not the only one to eat this dirt
you're not the martyr
so you sit and you rot
sittin' on your throne of self pity
pissin' in your own pot
you waste your precious time
cryin' over spilled milk
'stead-a-workin' on that house to be built
and then, then you ask yourself why
you'll never fly so high?
and you'll never know the reason 'til you leave this lie
you are not the only one
and then you ask yourself why
you are not the only one to be this hurt