I went into this thinking it would be slow
I never knew that I would quickly grow
To become so successful and mature
In the wonderful, beautiful art of theatre

Competition went by so quickly
And I got better and became more witty
It was rough and it was painful
It felt like I was being weighed down by an anvil

Then came the biggest competition
The very one I never thought I'd compete in
I was only an alternate
But that was a fate that I was happy to have met

I knew from the start that one way or another
My success would turn into a world of blunder
Sure, I have three more years
To learn to hide my pain and tears

I'm just a failure.