You read "Sorry, try again." off the inside of a bottle cap; story of your life.
You never come first, you're never the winner, you're never the best.
There's always someone better.
The truth is, you're never good enough.

"Maybe next time." They would say. "You did your best. At least you tried."
All these things are supposed to make you feel better, but it just reminds you that no matter how hard you try, how you gave it your all, you failed.
The truth is, you'll never be good enough.

You read, "Fight for your dreams. Never give up." off a poster; the same old message.
Dreams, they do exist. Old dreams, they never really die.
They are always there, living as regrets of what might have been.
The truth is, I'm not ambitious enough for my own dreams.

Hey, don't stare too closely.
'Cause you will see this break down in all its elegance and grace.
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up and clothes for her own fashion parade.
A monkey in man suit. A child in her mother's clothes.
Hey, don't ask me what's wrong.
'Cause what's wrong with me is what's right in you.
It's like looking at the stars thinking, "At least that's something no one can have." and you rip them out right before my eyes.

The truth...?