Is It Me

they want the glory but don’t want the grind 

want the applause but can’t handle the climb 

I been the one who stayed when it was cold 

who turned the pain into pure gold 

now they all claim they was always down 

but I remember who was never around 

I keep my circle small, my vision stays big 

I let the money talk, I let the haters dig 

every loss was just another lesson learned 

every bridge burned just another turn 

I don’t need the fake love or the applause 

I just need the real ones when the curtain falls