One thousand voices, I can hear them in my head.
Made some bad choices, now some dreams are dead.
When I was younger the future didn't matter so
much to me.
Now I'm much older, still don't know what I aspire
to be.
Aspirations.
Don't know what I want to be, don't want to do it
unwillingly.
Don't want to knock on your door or steal money
from the poor.
I don't want a fancy car - that won't get me very
far.
I just want to be free and for all my friends to
try and be with me.
Some guys got expensive shit, must of which I
don't care a bit.
Wearing a fancy tux, I could really give a fuck.
And their girl friends think that it's really
funny
that the guys don't know they're being used for
money,
but I just want a cool girl friend - someone who
will respect me for who I am.