I could have been the hero
But im so used to being the villain
Ive lost it all so many times i cant remember
What it feels like winning

I could have been the hero
But its the villains life for me
Ive got so lost in the detail the bigger picture
Is now so hard to see

I start off with the best of intentions
Plugging away with positive mentions
Then the tensions builds in my brain
Start to talk to myself and look insane
Hey do they think we are crazy
Hmm maybe but as long as they pay me
They can choose any opinion they like
But judge me at your own peril alright
Ive climbed from the lowest of lows
Sometimes the uprising is slow
Sometimes i slip... and end up back again
Sat in darkness like whys this happening
Should i rap again or keep dreaming
Is it right all of this im seeing
Wak up screaming at someone in my home
Look around and realise im all on my own


Point your finger at the guy in the mirror
He points back and there is no winner
Im a sinner but i dont know any saints
Dont know anything made that never breaks
So whys it frustrate me so much at times
That i seem to have a broken mind
Cant find the time to patch it back up
Putting all my losses down to bad luck
Rather than me making bad decisions
Thinking theres no hope of winning
But i think ive figured out the catch
You might not win this time but theres a rematch
Facts... or is it all fiction
We cant live life without a little friction
So i sit n hit a brick wall with my head
Take a step back and then hit again