Short on tact, with memories that hold you back
I’d rather be alone
I’d rather be alone
Overate, only serves to isolate
Left to carp and moan
Achievements over blown
It doesn’t matter if you’re hovering on the brink
It doesn’t matter if you’ve fallen out of synch
As chances shatter, you’ll be under in a blink
It doesn’t matter just turn around and think
Mediocre, truth’s a choker
Calling in the loan
Everyone has grown
Hard to stand being dubbed an also-ran
Given up the race
Easily outpaced