Part of the Machine

I was just a boy
Wondering what's the purpose
I never found my answer
But I found out what yours is
I usually don't flinch,
But your purpose disturbs me
Don't wanna be a part of the machine
That's not working
They'll make you want to be the best there is
But honey, the game is rigged
Always good, but never good enough
I'm so tired of crying about that
Ironically, I'm hurting people
By people pleasing
If I were just an asshole
I'd be way more appealing
And life would be so easy
If I don't question a thing
I'd love to be able to spend days
Praying and working
But I refuse to
Act like they do
Cos I'll be better off
Just calling out their bluff
Then being part of it
To sell my soul
For manufactured love
They'll make you want to be the best there is
But honey, the game is rigged
Always good, but never good enough
I'm so tired of crying about that