What the fuck is suppose to be right or wrong
Does it really matter anyway?
How can I hold onto so much misery?
How can I hold on to this pain?
Why do I waste my time with sanity when sanity has dealt me the insane?
So what if I am not a super star. What if I haven’t written the greatest song what if I go nowhere? Least I’ll be something of a something. Something of a star
Prowling down the same old streets hanging with the same ole scenes could it be a repeating dream
Waking in the afternoon grab my stick and play a tune how could it be I have made my self such calamity
They say that insanity is doing the same thing and ending up the same way
looking for a different sunrise but basking in the same old sunny day.
Well I’ve done everything I can and nothing to no end.
But I keep pounding the pavement with my fist hoping for something to give.
always looking with more hope to give but always expecting not to get what I think I’m worth,
and hoping some more till it hurts,
until I gave everything and I have nothing left to give.
You’ve taken so much I have nothing left to give.
You've taken so much I have nothing left to live.
You've driven me so hard all I can do is hold out for a superstar.
Does it really matter anyway?
How can I hold onto so much misery?
How can I hold on to this pain?
Why do I waste my time with sanity when sanity has dealt me the insane?
So what if I am not a super star. What if I haven’t written the greatest song what if I go nowhere? Least I’ll be something of a something. Something of a star
Prowling down the same old streets hanging with the same ole scenes could it be a repeating dream
Waking in the afternoon grab my stick and play a tune how could it be I have made my self such calamity
They say that insanity is doing the same thing and ending up the same way
looking for a different sunrise but basking in the same old sunny day.
Well I’ve done everything I can and nothing to no end.
But I keep pounding the pavement with my fist hoping for something to give.
always looking with more hope to give but always expecting not to get what I think I’m worth,
and hoping some more till it hurts,
until I gave everything and I have nothing left to give.
You’ve taken so much I have nothing left to give.
You've taken so much I have nothing left to live.
You've driven me so hard all I can do is hold out for a superstar.
