Why must I fit into the mold?
Why must I do what I am told?
Getting tired of expectations
Getting tired of trying to fake it

You see
I'm a small winner bleeding at the finish line

It's no use
We're living in a world of almost superstars
Makes me feel ashamed of what I am
And what we are
But it's alright
It's alright
It’s alright
I will find the time, the place, the way, the will
To be me

Am I delicious to the touch?
Am I enough, but not too much?
If I take it off real slow?
Will you want me so much more?

You see
I'm a small winner bleeding at the finish line

It's no use
We're living in a world of almost superstars
Makes me feel ashamed of what I am
And what we are
But it's alright
It's alright
It’s alright
I will find the time, the place, the way, the will
To be me

Can't you see it coming?
The roar of my success
I've been waiting for it
Been waiting in this brand new dress

I'm a small winner bleeding at the finish line