Maybe I'm heartless, like I just don't care. I'm shattering bones with microphones, and you back down because you're scared. But me? My vision's impaired. There's no need to run, and there's no more fear.
But now we're at the end of the story, yet, I've never had more to say. You tried to make everyone hate me, but I'm standing here today, and everything that you said, it didn't mean a thing. This is me leaving, and this is you dying.
It's all about the profit, and it's all about the schemes, and I'm just trying to make a living out of nothing but some dreams. And I'm so sorry, I just can't leave out this way, but I'll only let you down if you're expecting me to stay.
I can feel it in my soul, there's a part of me that you tried to take and run, but I made a scene, aye? How could you be so fake? Oh, talk about something that matters, something, something that battles the emotions and notions everybody's after. The hell with all your gimmicks, I'll give you a minute to let it all go. I'll be in your background, I'll be singing so loud, all the fame you've ever wanted, crumbled by your ego.
It's all about the profit, and it's all about the schemes, and I'm just trying to make a living out of nothing but some dreams. And I'm so sorry, I just can't leave out this way, but I'll only let you down if you're expecting me to stay.