You try, you try so hard, so hard to rise, from the bottom, to somewhere else, to anywhere else. You’ll do anything, anything, just to, or once, feel a little better than everyone else, a little more proper, a little more, special.

You try, you try so hard, to be someone else, you try, so fucking hard, to be perfect. But, you know, it’s just a lie, cause in the end, we’re all just down here, at the absolute bottom, trying to get somewhere we’ll never get.

Cause in the end, we’re all just dirt, waiting to be washed away down the gutter by the rain, the rain of perfection.