In the Perfect's Shadow

I’m standing there, watching the Perfect perform. Even with my hard work I feel like I’m stuck in reverse The Perfect can do what I try to do, only better She makes me feel like a simple street beggar. So here I sit, waiting for my shot, But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got? Wanting that spotlight to turn on me, Waiting for my chance to finally be free. All the dreams I once had have turned to smoke, They fell away, proving to be a hoax as soon as I spoke. When she songs, everyone listens whole I sit and wait For my dreams to become real, to be fully awake. So here I sit, waiting for my shot, But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got? Wanting that spotlight to turn on me, Waiting for my chance to finally be free. The Perfect’s singing again and the choir claps Can’t help myself in wishing that the stage would collapse. Wanting her to fail, to lose, to finally admit her defeat. Here’s to hoping my hate for her is discreet. So here I sit, waiting for my shot, But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got? Wanting that spotlight to turn on me, Waiting for my chance to finally be free. My wings itch to be released. Wishing that the hot, angry beast Would go and leave me alone For I know that my thoughts are not condoned. So here I sit, waiting for my shot, But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got? Wanting that spotlight to turn on me, Waiting for my chance to finally be free. Why is it that when I try, it seems to explode In my face? Why does she have to gloat? Don’t they know that I’m trying? I’ve been working so hard, I feel like I’m dieing. So here I sit, waiting for my shot, But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got? Wanting that spotlight to turn on me, Waiting for my chance to finally be free. Will I be able to show the talent I’ve been Hiding? Will I be able to show my wings of velveteen? An imposer of the real thing, The trick’s now up, and the cut’s still sting.