I don’t believe that I will
No room of my own, gazes locked in
Pretentions, one elephant
Not Echo in truth but Narcissus in disguise
Not Echo in truth but Narcissus in disguise (in disguise)
A reflection, a blur, an image in the mist
A prison, a prism is hiding in the mist
Never took the credit, always took the blame
Every path I’ve walked has been a walk of shame
No bar too low to drag me under still
The comforts of being uncomfortable still
A luxury without any ill-will
Eyes pierce like arrows, my agony serene
A sinner a saint, come-hither Irene
Needles in my arm, is this pain or a fix
Sticks and Stones, break my bones
Pedestal crucifix
Never took the credit, always took the blame
Every path I’ve walked has been a walk of shame
No bar too low to drag me under still
No room of my own, gazes locked in
Pretentions, one elephant
Roll out the red carpet, let’s walk on eggshells,
A blessing, a curse
All eyes on me, from cradle to hearse
The truth is a question, demon show thyself
Not a planet but a satellite
Fear neither burning in the sun nor flying in its light
Hate conceding that I like the limelight
Your words will always hurt me
Can’t shake the feeling that I like the limelight
Your words will always hurt me
Can’t shake the feeling that I like the limelight
Your words will always hurt me
Can’t shake the feeling that I like the limelight
