Hand Me Down

Greenwood town, such a perfect name.
No one knows my past in the pictures in frames,
but the billboards and flashes were the points in the list called "the dreams".
I left the Grand Forks since I finished school,
where you're either called pretty or you're the prey for the cruel,
but now I see everything is not what it seems.

Another face burned down in flames.
Will my go up in smoke the same?

And I know they say I'm the hand-me-down.
Yeah, they keep on telling I'm so hand-me-down,
but what if I'm the second, who is run out of town?

Could buy expensive cars and change their point of view.
And your lover from the teenage dream would be waiting for you.
And each magazine cover is graced with your presence.
And they all say, that you got blessed and you would smirk,
but they used to sneer and sigh "oh, she'll never learn",
but your efforts and their spite put all of us in our rightful places.

Another face turning to dust.
I doubt my plans are worth the trust.

It's been a seven years later, I came back here,
and they still tell the legends how I got my degree.
How I made this money and the splendor and climbed this high.
They say I bought a small house among the scenery.
Chose the Critical Care over the American dream,
though I need more time, but I overtook it now.

And now I see how tears had dried.
It's not the stage - it's just the science.