Seems the competition    Is sweet like a slap in the face    This is a 3-legged race    It was your meanness    That told us you might have faith    Your spine (?) keeps getting in the way    You're a fool to think they care what you think    In this poem some rise, some sink    And which one are you    You budding star, you    Too dark for shopping malls    No hooks, no leads at all    Forget your _____    Dare to be naked and real    You think they care for how you feel?    Never trust an artist    Who tells you he has a choice    You can't run faster than your voice    Sing your life despite the spite it may bring    It's your life to write, so sing    Just bring the drama    Shameless and crawling    Over glass and underground    Esmé needs her story now    So don't break down