The Wanderer کے بول

First in line to cash in on what I created Last in line to beat the dead horse I try and try but who cares at the end of the day I figure that you only wanted to make me feel this way So that you can feel better about yourself I will dance across the floor I'm pointing fingers And laughing Because you can't Destroy me Second best I had nothing more to give Is it safe to say that none of this mattered anyway Now I've become the wanderer Forced to become a man who is Searching for something real to feel Now I've become the wanderer