they're all just meaningless numbers
a shortcut in the game
they add up all the trash
i was so content to make
i tried to explain our feelings
but some things don't have a name
the numbers made me foolishly think
i was on the road to glory and fame
i thought that i was special
i thought i was a One
because my numbers were so high
i thought my work was done
but i had done nothing for the world
and the world had done nothing but me
the world gave me numbers as motivation
to kill my creativity
what i lack is content
and a much less fragile ego
i'm just waiting for those dreaded four
words, "i told you so"
i can't tell you why they let me fly so high
when i was bound to sink so low
now i've discovered the truth, the facts
yet there's one thing i still don't know
why no one told me numbers
were just characters on a page
and all those empty words penned down
clearly don't mean a thing
