You say, "you have so much potential,
But you're wasting it away"
You say, "you always thought you were special
But you never learned how to play the game"
Take your time
'Cause I've got mine
And I'm fine
Now
Taught you to fly
Then you flew away
Fly
Fly
A source for you to spill your secrets to
Then I tell you mine
But you are gone
I guess my work is done
I'm just a means to an end
A means to an end
You say they see you on the surface
But you're living underground
You say you always want to be seen
But you never want to be found
They know your face
But not your shame
They look away
Overlooked
Your page in the book
You wrote
Why?
Why?
A source for you to spill your secrets to
Then I tell you mine
But you are gone
I guess my work is done
I'm just a means to an end
A means to an end