• It's just a dream and it's too far away

    You're seventeen and you're wasting every day

    A few more years and you're out of the game

    Magazines and movie scenes are as close as you'll make



    Look in the mirror and you still come up short

    No matter the view you find a way to distort

    Can't even withstand your own report

    Must be a mistake of some sort



    Well you can beg and can plead but you'll still wonder why

    You can't stand yourself at the end of the night

    And late in the dark, atop your pillow you'll cry

    But the truth is that you never tried