Try to impress them with what you they want Your methods are subtle, just like an elephant Besides all the retreads and all the arguments you can't make decisions based on feeling Friendships fall away from this Adhering to your politics So prod and pry and give your ideas It doesn't matter 'til you get your own way Once again your crown is tarnished Cause you're the winner of a game that no one wants to play don't celebrate just yet cause I think that you forget That no one wants to play Rules as suggestions because they aren't real Some from the get go, and some from how you feel You play all positions and show them how it's done Soon you're a figurehead lost on everyone If there's a theory I know there's a consequence I'm sure that you've learned now you can't stay on the fence Just taking opinions until the words are bent Voice of an angel, thoughts a serpent There was a boy who woke from a dream one day He thought it over and planned out everything He wouldn't rest 'til his waking dream came true And there were choices that he knew must be made The fallen silenced by all the accolades And so he delegates the many things to do So many things to do