The Wrong Good

[Verse 1]
They cast me as the saint, I guess I forgot the part
I’ve got a polished halo and a tired, heavy heart
Played the hero for so long, I learned the lines by rote
But there’s a quiet tension building in my throat

[Chorus]
This ain't holy, it's just a role I choose to play
Being their good one is a price I can't pay

[Verse 2]
My script is getting worn, the ink is running thin
They only see the character, not the man within
So tonight I’m missing cues, just letting silence hang
A slow-burning fire starts to kill the pain

[Bridge]
Let the spotlight fade, I’m walking off this stage
I’m done performing on an empty, well-read page

[Outro]
Yeah, the lights go down on the wrong type of good