I’ve seen them rise, I see them fall. I’ve watched them walk before they crawl all over ideals they’re supposed to uphold. When it’s time to keep it real the little jokes will just fold. Couldn’t even learn how to stand on your own two. Flying in head first, falling out. Acting like they don’t know you, and I’m the asshole for staying faithful. How am I wrong for holding true to myself? I know who I am. I don’t think I ever met you, trying to remind me of what you were, like it matters who you are today. You spent your time running with the bulls. Following the crowd. Trying to be different just like all your friends. You still look like a piece of shit to me. Putting on for them all, in another attempt to fit the mold. Putting up another wall, frontin' in the dark to make believe you’re cold. You fake, you will never find a gear set up to hide your fake undertones. You could never buy enough kicks. You will never have the pair it takes to stand firm in anything. No matter what, you’re going to look back and hate yourself, hopefully more than you do right now. You say you’re over it, and too grown for it, nobody owes you shit.