You see the alpha kid in class gets his kicks out of shooting ducks
You know I know you need a badge of approval
I'll be your protege today, then tomorrows' pallet of paint
For you to make a mockery out of me
What makes it worse is that I find that these people think that you're fine
Instead they say I'm the one with the problem
And I react with no reaction
Talk without expression since my opinion – well it ceases to be

My Mayhem
My Mayhem

Everyday I have this target to finish what I've started
Instead I quickly grow disheartened and restless
So who am I to say what matters my own ambitions shattered
Colored confetti scattered all through the carpet
And 'sure' I'm in the works of recording a 'hit of course'
These double standards left me stranded and sorry
Playing dumb, feeling shy
Oh man I've really fucked it this time
My Mayhem

My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem
My Mayhem