I thought that what I had was special,
Something only I could do.
I stood on my glass pedestal,
I was vain, I know it's true.

I thought that I would be unique,
That I would be the very best.
That I was far above critique.
Conceited and short-sighted, yes.

I thought that, maybe, just for once,
I was in first, blue ribbon winner,
Now I know I was a dunce.
I was schooled by a beginner.

I feel like life has been a lie,
This thing I've loved for so much time,
I must admit, as my tears dry,
It's not just me, it's not just mine.

I feel like, maybe, all these years
I've been defined by likes and views.
And I must choose, despite my fears,
To rise above, to shed the ruse.