False Pride

All the eyes on you Shifting, nervous You don't care And all that's left inside Is a hollow, empty stare You couldn't find a way To live with imperfection You perfectly lost soul, now Hang on to your pride Wear it like a crown It's coming up to pull you down It's coming up to pull you down And every night with you Less important than the last So what's the point of dreams When you're still living with the past You'll find that your next prince In all his perfect glory Is imperfect in every way Hang on to your pride Wear it like a crown It's coming up to pull you down It's coming up to pull you down Way up in the atmosphere You rise above You rise above it Way up in the atmosphere You rise above You rise above it Way up in the atmosphere You rise above You rise above the crowd But, they exist to pull you down They exist to pull you down