I was a superstar at everything,
and one by one I gave up all the rest.
I made a dream or two at best,
then I broke one bone and bruised the rest.
So please just play a song,
where I can sing along.
Raise my hands up,
lift my glass up high,
and leave the past sinking down in the water.
Raise my hands up high, to the falling sky tonight,
cause this is my life and this is my time...
I wrote my failures on my hand,
it turned into a book I'm yet to end.
This story will progress
when I fall flat on my face
and get right back up again.
These writing's will dissolve,
as I sit back and sing along to the perfect
