Wish I’d be worth knowing, wouldn’t that be a shame?

But you can’t be a major player if you don’t play the game

Always left of center, a little off the mark

In an industry of critics, we haven’t left a scar.

I spent my dreams, like quarters in a claw machine

Waiting for the prize to fall, it got stuck it seems.

I felt like a fool, a drop in the betting pool.

I know the game is rigged, you will never win big.

Not good enough for the not good enoughs

Damn it’s tough being soft and gruff

Always on the outside, always looking in

How are we different? Where do I begin?