It seems that all successful things and all  the envy that they bring might not be  worth it. Being shot down every minute  for the effort you put in and all the time  that you've spent. The key to success is  the faith in knowing you're right.  Memories of better days is what you're  holding on to, when the critics loved you.  Competition has it's way of bringing you  down.  Always being number one, robs the music  of its fun. Ego trips get in the way of the  goals we've set. Now the audience is  split. We've worked too hard to watch it  ALL FADE AWAY.  Memories of better days is what you're  holding on to, when the critics loved you.  Competition has it's way of making you  mad. Why can't you be glad...for me.  Well I know what competition means and  the feelings that it brings. Friends that  want to be on top, you're on the list of  friends to drop. Success is what I want  to feel, at your expense it isn't real, it's  jealousy...and jealousy's not true. No it's  not true...at your expense. In  competition with you.