Great, smart, right; the things that fill your pedestal
I can't even see that far up
I wonder if you even know I'm looking at you
But why would you ever look down
Your comfortable in your new found home
A new wife to fill your ego
New children to show off
Not necessarily to love
Merely a status to uphold
And I pity you on your throne
Because one day you will fall
And that lovely shell you wear
Will crack as you land
So nothing will protect you
When the great, smart, right lies
That once filled your pedestal
Smother you as they follow you down