I stand here,
Sweat glistening on my face,
My mind blank but clear,
Oh , how I hate this place.
I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this,
But it\'s anything but bliss.
I glance at the mirror,
A look of slight guilt but revenge,
They describe me as \' sinister \' ,
But they\'re saints, that\'s what they pretend.
All my life I\'ve been performing for an ungrateful audience,
I\'m \'evil\' , that is their credence,
It haunts me ,
Our brawls .
I know I will win,
No matter what it takes,
I will give them my most vicious grin,
They will regret each one of their mistakes.
I watch with a smile,
As they lose in their own game,
It\'s so worth it, though I might\'ve turned vile,
But I\'ve had enough of taking the blame.