Chasing faces is nothing but trading places with a sinner man Looking over my shoulders got me jaded, now I understand Guess I'm caught in the bullshit of good and bad Now I'm feeling the guilt I never thought I had I watched my last show bite like a bullet I threw a shot in the dark, I blew it Why does it feel so hard on the finish line? Why does it feel so hard on the finish line? Running harder, keep the pace from trippin' over all of you I didn't hate on myself before I know that I'm a lonely man I think I'm incapable of second place Am I right or wrong or just saving face? I watched my last show bite like a bullet I threw a shot in the dark, I blew it Why does it feel so hard on the finish line? Why does it feel so hard on the finish line?