| Get up, rise with the morning sun | |
| Lay down your love, and put your lipstick on | |
| And forget about the pain you gave | |
| And blur your eyes, paint through and through | |
| To keep the world from reaching inside you | |
| But let's not get too cynical | |
| You'd die for applause | |
| But could you live on for no reward? | |
| You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller | |
| Your children smile | |
| You never even thought that you'd still be here today | |
| Get out, stop crawling in | |
| You're nothing real, you're just someone I've been | |
| So you look into the mirror | |
| And it asks you from behind the wall how anyone could find you beautiful? | |
| But let's not get too cynical | |
| You'd die for applause | |
| But could you live on for no reward? | |
| You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller | |
| Your children smile | |
| You never even thought that you'd still be here today | |
| And now you're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised | |
| You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised | |
| You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised | |
| You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised | |
| You've been hanging around | |
| In a world you barely understand | |
| You've been left without the ability to be the bigger man | |
| But that's not like you at all |