Riding down the streets of envy, Looking for some recognition. That would make me really happy: If they desired my position. Prom-time princess, beauty queen; See all the admiring faces. Chasing after blind ambition, They don't see the King of Heaven's graces. 'Cause what I want is you; What I need is truth. Will someone tell me that for a change? Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm, So come and fill the empty space inside of me. Wish upon a falling star And dream of your perfection. It fades away held up against your failures And dying self-opinion. Beauty's on the late night TV, Showing off the next big thing. Turn it off ... I'm lost. I forgot who I was. Jesus, won't you tell me I'm worth something?