I don't need anyone cause I've got my stupid stuff but maybe I think too much about street signs and parking lots. I never read the words. I just look for the shape. I got no attention span. Thrown off by shiny things. Same routes and restaurants, I got a place of my own. I try to hide away but the traffic runs by day and night. I found myself wondering. Do I really want the part? I'm ashamed to admit it. I've lost my bearings. Won't you help me? I couldn't see it, or I didn't notice a changing line-up comes. The big productions. Elaborate costumes. Somehow they sink in. But I found myself wondering. Do I really want the part? Do I really need to show them all? Do I relaly want it, what they got? Do I really need to prove I can? Do I really want to carry on? I don't need anyone cause I'm sure I got enough and maybe I think too much about street signs and parking lots. I won't even read the words, 'cause I've seen the ugly shapes. How close is Hollywood to some place I want to die for? I found myself wondering...