Oh my god you've been exposed
You're so anxious and it shows
You were so cryptic in the shadows
Where are you hiding now that everybody knows?
We believed in your words
Because you sounded so sure
They say never meet your heroes
Turns out nobody is pure
Oh I heard all the news and now I can't breathe
I'm stuck in a heroin-like dream
And to all of you frauds and your poetry
I wish you'd practice what you preach
Word got out and you got scared
Didn't know you were beyond repair
You really thought that you had made it
Took advantage of the fame and now you hate it
Now we're at a loss for words this all just sounds so absurd
They say never meet your heroes
Turns out nobody is pure
There are some things
You can't fix
There are some things that you can
The sickness is irrelevant when things don't work out like you planned
I wish you'd practice what you preach.