Everybody wants to be famous but no one wants to put the work in
Walkin’ down the street, smoggy-eyed Looking at the sky, starry-eyed Searchin’ for the place, weary-eyed Cryin’ in the night, teary-eyed
My temper got the best of me
And when I said that I mean
I know every single thing
That I said was true
Sometimes I feel like I’m just wasting time looking for another side
My friends all swear that they know What I should do with my life How I should run my life What should be happening with my life They’re on the other side
People aren’t really ever satisfied.
