Let’s find out just how far I’ll go To look like someone you should know Maybe I’d sound a little better If my features were more sweet
Your mind’s already been made up You saw my number and my number wasn’t good enough I’ll write a little better If I’m willing to compete
I’ll do it if I have to Hoping for an inbetween Not what I meant when I said that I I wanted to be seen
How am I meant to stay on track When each hand I shake will pull me back Oh I’ll work a little harder But walk a little less
And in the end will I feel proud That I grit my teeth, and followed the damn crowd Will I have grown a little empire Or made a fucking mess
I’ll do it if I have to (I’ll keep it to myself) Hoping for an inbetween (I must have seen that somewhere) Not what I meant when I said that I I wanted to be seen
