What becomes of the popular

It's redundant waking up in the morning
And running into the worthless face in the mirror
No accomplishments to better it
Only the scars from subjecting to fear

Everyday surrounded by people
Who fawn me with affection to stab me in the back
And I see the consequences of the road I've chosen
And I know there is no going back

The mascara on my pillow can agree
That my unintentional aim was to become a failure
And I've become what I wanted to be
And I've come to love her and to hate her

Life builds people up, so you can
have more fun tearing them down
And when you've learned what you needed to learn
Theres no way in hell you can turn around
You have to take what you have found
and somehow apply it to the empty life you live