You should be lucky cause he's into you and he loves you too
He's got money and he's not stuck in a padded room
With no door and no windows can't see or get out
I've got eyes to see but I ain't got nothing to look at
I'm working on my grip to get the hell out of here
I'm sick of this place
I'm working on my touch I want to be some one
But nothing really matters anymore
I think I'm growing up but I can't understand
Can't find the right opportunity
Because only the richer survive in this world
Talent and soul don't matter anymore
I wanna be someone but
You always seem to be in my may
I wanna be someone but
I can't make it through this world
It eats you up and spits you out
You'll never make it out