Superstar
Youre the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash,
Got the offers rollin in, but youre nothing more
Than high paid trash.
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head,
Pity if they found out that youre lonely in your bed.
Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast.
Wont let anybody touch you? so you do it for yourself.
Plain to see theres a woman cryin out for help.
Youre a superstar, but you dont know who you are,
And your money wont get you very far.
Youre a mystery, nothing can set you free,
Your demons haunt you endlessly.
You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade,
You talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade.
Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside,
Morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide,
But in the end youll be sleeping in the bed you made.
All you wants a daddy, the one you never had,
A need for understanding aching in you bad...
...it seems so clear to me, theres something that youd rather be.
Take a look around you now, before its much too late,
Make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate.
All your life, youve been running from the girl inside...
...oh, but its plain to see theres someone...
song performed by Richard Marx
Added by Lucian Velea
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