The Glamour

Follow your empty dreams
And mindless fiends
To get you where you think you need to go
I won’t be buried for you
When you lose your little pot of gold
Your arrogance blinds you
What makes you think
That you are
The only one who makes the cut
It’s all a guess from here
Why can’t you see
That we are
The ones who make it hurt
Please don’t she’d a tear
What are you up to
Wait, look, find
It’s all in your mind
The pedestal you put so high
I’m waiting for
Your reaction to my satisfaction
And I’ll say
It’s hard to hear you, come a little closer dear
Somethings not right here, I swear
My dream goes down from here
What makes you think
That you are
The only one who makes the cut
It’s all a guess from here
Why can’t you see
That we are
The ones who make it hurt
Please don’t she’d a tear
The glamour, it won’t last long
Your picture, still hangs on my wall
Your laughter, it seems to be the only thing that keeps me awake
What makes you think
That you are
The only one who makes the cut
It’s all a guess from here
Why can’t you see
That we are
The ones who make it hurt
Please don’t she’d a tear