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 its way Of bringing you down 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 All fade away
Memories of better days Is what you’re holding on to When the critics loved you Competition has its way Of making you mad Why can’t you be glad… for me
Well I know what competition means And all 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