I wish that you were the same.
I wish you weren't ’t so lame
I wish you would stop playing
My head, my mind it is no game.
You have gained no fame in the eyes of the blind; you have gained no blood from the stone.
You are nothing but skin and bone,
No heart no head, oh and this is but the start.
I used to look up to you
But you looked only down the nose that you could not smell; you looked down;
Down on those who laughed at you when you fell.
