I try to write a little songnTo make you happy when you're sadnAll the words, they come out wrongnAll it does is make you madnnIf you just knew how to win this gamenTake the stage and never be the samenNever be the samennWant so much to be like himnUnafraid of screaming loudnRockstar arms so pale and thinnThrowing gifts into the crowdnnIf you just knew how to win this gamenTake the stage and never be the samenNever be the samennSoon, you'll benCome if I ask younOh, please, say to menCome if I ask younnTry to spread your little wingsnTo lift your feet off of the groundnThey are abandoned and paper thinnAnd your flapping make no sound