Seems the competition Is sweet like a slap in the face This is a 3-legged race It was your meanness That told us you might have faith Your spine keeps getting in the way You're a fool to think they care what you think In this poem some rise, some sink And which one are you You budding star, you Too dark for shopping malls No hooks, no leads at all Forget your Dare to be naked and real You think they care for how you feel? Never trust an artist Who tells you he has a choice You can't run faster than your voice Sing your life despite the spite it may bring It's your life to write, so sing Just bring the drama Shameless and crawling Over glass and underground Esme neds her story now So don't break down