Foolin Who

LOOKIN DOWN, through a page of faces and names
BURN EM' I’ll waste my fumes, a false rise to fame
When you’re all alone, do you think about who you fool?
It’s all me, kid. But now, whos foolin' who?
Never thought itd come back on you, but people like you, who roll down hill
Chances got all, but yourself
Your little world is nothing, but you
And you transfer this to everyone else
Put up a fight, but hard to keep up
Nothings close to real
This worlds about to clean up
Foolin' who?
THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS
Faces, empty, are comein' back
THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS
Your rise to fame is only paperthin