You were the child with all the money
And I was the one without
And I was begging for a friendship
You had the power to leave me out

And if I were the author, I’d make the story different
I’d be the one who never had to cry
And if you were a character, I’d make you minor
A paragraph from hello to goodbye

You are living in a palace
And I am living day to day
I am digging out from under
And you won’t be getting in the way

And if I were the author, I’d make the story different
I’d be the one who never had to cry
And if you were a character, I’d make you minor
A paragraph from hello to goodbye

I am coming for you
I am going to write you
I am going to make you
Say the things you ought to
Live the way you ought to
Cry the way you ought to

Someday, there will be an explanation
I will close the book
I will be in another story
Someday, I will not look back