By: Elana Rogers

Walking tall and proud like you’re on top of the world

Like you deserve every beautiful passing girl

Your hand is always caught in the cookie jar

Picking your target practice you think you’ll go far

The spotlight shines upon you

Showing those false promises

Will you ever be a genuine contender?

Someday true love is going to stand in front of you

Are you going to throw it all away because you’re afraid?

Chorus

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

Mastermind of games you think you’ve got it made

A web of lies and women, it’s your forte

Are they just casualties left behind?

Will you ever have the conscience to change your ways?

The spotlight shines upon you

Showing those false promises

Will you ever be a genuine contender?

Someday true love is going to stand in front of you

Are you going to throw it all away because you’re afraid?

Chorus

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?