You were better than the best. Stayed a notch above the rest. It was rainin' in heaven when you went down. . Your mother cried, said she told you so. But you touched the devil and couldn't let go.
You've gotta admit, you paint a pretty picture. No one would ever suspect. You're so adept at the art. I hear the lonely lover sigh. You hide behind cosmetic eyes.
Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life. Seems like nothin' ever turns out right. The day's too short, the nights too long. Meet you in the middle if it turns out wrong.