when i was young they had my life planned out

I would be successfull

destiny would chase me down

they hang their heads in shame

when i can not compete with the person they had dreamed of

the man they hoped I'd be



but would you want me if I were cool

if i had a giant kingdom that I ruled

would we go walk

go hand in hand

if I were handsome rich and in demand

would it make a difference

would you open up and see your living in a fantasy

i'm better i'm better off

just me



she said i did not fit the plans she made

that i was slightly less than who she hoped to date

she speaks of love

claiming to believe in fate

but I'm just second best

I guess I'm just second rate