Cool On The Outiside

Michael's got everything,

All that he wants.

It's right there before his eyes.

He's had it so good for so long,

that any other way would be despised.

And I sit back with myself,

and watch him go by.

Gracing his presence

on someone like me,

requests have been always denied.

Well I guess its better that way

I think as I check my pride.

And I sit back with myself,

and watch him go by.

Cuz I'm already in the state I'm in.

I'm use to the feeling inside.

But i only feel the way i say for the sake of time.

I'm cool with the outside,

I just hate looking inside.

Mike's got a soccer ball at his feet,

saw grace I can hardly describe.

There's opportunity at his door,

oh why can't there be some in mine.

And sometimes I feel they're telling me,

only worry about yourself.

And I find no advice on being a me,

who only wants to be somebody else.

And who sits back with himself,

watching the world go by.

See I'm already in the state I'm in.

I'm used to the feeling inside.

But I only feel the way I say for the sake of time.

I'm cool with the outside.

Oh but sometimes I see what I wanna see.

I see what I wanna be.

But the worst part about what i see is,

it's not me.

But I'll be cool with the outside,

cuz I guess I shouldn't be.