when i was young they had my life planned out
I would be successfull
destiny would chase me down 
they hang their heads in shame
when i can not compete with the person they had dreamed of
the man they hoped I'd be 

but would you want me if I were cool
if i had a giant kingdom that I ruled 
would we go walk
go hand in hand
if I were handsome rich and in demand 
would it make a difference 
would you open up and see your living in a fantasy 
i'm better i'm better off 
just me 

she said i did not fit the plans she made
that i was slightly less than who she hoped to date
she speaks of love
claiming to believe in fate
but I'm just second best
I guess I'm just second rate