Here I am on the floor
So tired of keeping score
Got a taste of the fame
And I want more
It's like a pandemic
Step aside cause once you taste it you'll embrace it
And you can't keep it inside
I know
There's nothing we can do
I know
That you see it too
Here I am insecure
Always wanting more
Things have changed and I hate that I look back
And see a man
Whose life is no more than a
A silent, a silent sound track
Well it works but it hurts
When I make the same mistakes
When did art become a chore
No passion anymore
I know
There's nothing we can do
I know
Yeah you see it too
Here I am off the floor
I see the open door
But afraid if I take that I'll step back
Into the past
Little contrast
Back to
Back through
The silent soundtrack