Met her at the party stayed the night
Everything was pure delight
Later on my dark moods destroyed
A common life

Tried to write a story of success
Struggled to be better than the rest
Back home my life was just a mess
All in a mess

Sometimes when you’re at the top
The worst is yet to come
You thought you were safe enough
But then you are falling down
I took for granted what was only on loan
But the real job still needed to be done

Read a million guidebooks about life
Consulted therapists for their advice
Back in the field I realized
They were just alibis

Sometimes when you’re at the top
The worst is yet to come
You thought you were safe enough
But then you are falling down
I took for granted what was only on loan
But the real job still needed to be done

Takes you eighteen years leave your caste
Even more to understand your past
Takes you but a lifetime to take charge
And start to craft

Who you are and who you wanna be
Without excuses or apologies
A marionette of someone else’s play
Or your own will

Sometimes when you’re at the top
The worst is yet to come
You thought you were safe enough
But then you are falling down
I took for granted what was only on loan
But the real job still needed to be done

You gotta take it as the gas to get you forward
That the real job still needs to be done