I’ve got one shot to get this right.
I won’t be getting any sleep tonight.
The words we speak are incomplete,
and with every breath are growing weak.
And you know the way that feelings grow,
for chasers of fame, they’re all one in the same.
Just let the grip slip from your fingertips,
and let go. Just let go.
‘Cause you’ve been holding on for too long,
so here we all to sing along…
I don’t want to be another pretty face
stuck to the back of your door with paste.
I need something more than gossip magazines
following me for your fantasies.
There is something deep behind these walls that I plan on finding.
This search for the truth at the peak of our youth is what we count on blindly.
Two steps forward, don’t turn back, don’t you mind what is in your past.
We’re gonna make this last, we’re gonna make this last.
I would like to be the one who calls your name.
I don’t want to be another pretty face
stuck to the back of your door with paste.
I need something more than gossip magazines
following me for your fantasies.
I would like to be the one who calls your name.
There comes a time to stand up and fight for what you want.
Our time is now.