I'm good, but far from good enough
Maybe I got a bit talent, but far from enough
I'm finally seeing the truth
I'm just another failure of youth
Like Green Day, I'm walking on the boulevard of broken dreams
I was so close to victory it seems
There is no honour in being second best
No sleep, no rest, life seems like an endless test

My life is a quest and I can't reach the goal
I'm running in circles with a dead soul
I'm finally seeing the truth
I'm just another failure of youth
Like Jessica Simpson, I'm spinning round round
I'm falling down, I'm hitting the ground
There is no honour in being second best
No sleep, no rest, life is an endless test

I'm not writing sins but confessions
Maybe my life is a tragedy, I don't know if that's your impression?
Like Natasha Bedingfield, are these words my own
I'm powerless, and I'm all alone
Why confess on a dance floor?
Its so simple: people want more and more.
That's why there's no honour in being second best
No sleep, no rest, life must be an endless test