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.