It seems that all successful things and all

the envy that they bring might not be

worth it. Being shot down every minute

for the effort you put in and all the time

that you've spent. The key to success is

the faith in knowing you're right.



Memories of better days is what you're

holding on to, when the critics loved you.

Competition has it's way of bringing you

down.



Always being number one, robs the music

of its fun. Ego trips get in the way of the

goals we've set. Now the audience is

split. We've worked too hard to watch it

ALL FADE AWAY.



Memories of better days is what you're

holding on to, when the critics loved you.

Competition has it's way of making you

mad. Why can't you be glad...for me.



Well I know what competition means and

the feelings that it brings. Friends that

want to be on top, you're on the list of

friends to drop. Success is what I want

to feel, at your expense it isn't real, it's

jealousy...and jealousy's not true. No it's

not true...at your expense. In

competition with you