Start Just A Fantasy
girl, thought you were dead for a while
until your lips curled up to a smile
and she screamed, sunday stories were untrue
or the meek ones, they're not you
'cause you won't inherit this
you're a fool
you ain't got the best of me
it was all just a fantasy
because i am the winner
you're still nobody
glass in pieces over the tile
smoke and mirrors face in a pile
and she screamed, it always about you
and the bad things that you do
they cannot compare to this
what a tool
you ain't got the best of me
it was all just a fantasy
because i am the winner
you're still nobody
speaking secret story to me
spit and fingers, your fantasy
girl, thought you were one for a while
until your lips curled up to a smile
and it seems, from the stories you told me
there is one thing, we'll agree
it's that you will never BE EXTRAORDINARY
you ain't got the best of me
it was all just a fantasy
because i am the winner
you're still nobody
you're still nobody.
