Frankie “the Enforcer” Stecchino

I’m struggling to believe that I’ll be fine
I received every bit of bad news and now I’m being left behind
Suddenly, the doubts rush right to my head
Maybe who I want to trust aren’t really my friends

We were given scripts, are we what we wished?
I’ve been compromised before our eyes
I don’t think I’ll be missed
Underneath, deep in my skin I hate feeling like this

I’ve done the math but I’ll crunch the numbers once again
Where did I go wrong?
I thought my faults would prove to you that I belong
Where did I go wrong?

Soon I’ll be gone

I know I let you down because I’m not who I should be