| I was walking, I was advancing, I was dragging my sheath
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| I walked without knowing, without a sense of power
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| You walked, walked, walked knowing you were the power
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| What if tomorrow I became a hero but without makeup
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| What if tomorrow I became a superstar
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| If tomorrow you became a hero but you would become a superstar
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| I'll go over all those messed up moments
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| I would think about it without shame without wanting to wipe
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| You'll go through all those messed up moments without wanting to wipe away
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| 'Cause you know for sure what loneliness is
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| Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts you
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| And that leaves me a little lost what have you become?
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| What if tomorrow I become a symbol, not sexual
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| What if tomorrow I became so-and-so
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| If tomorrow you became a non-sex symbol, you would become So-and-so
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| Without realizing, without finding excuses
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| Without wandering, without travelling, without pmer
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| No account, no excuses, no gamberge, no tracking, no hassle
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| I would grow away from the dwarves they would remain
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| What if tomorrow I became someone I was
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| What if tomorrow I became someone I was
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| 'Cause you know for sure what loneliness is
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| Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts you
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| And that leaves me a little lost what have you become?
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| I would laugh at their life like they laughed at mine
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| When I was their puppet Crsus from evening to morning
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| When I was swimming in dope out of boredom, envy
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| When I had the prettiest, no room for the ugly
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| I spun around stretching out my arms
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| They were there, smiling, bent in front of me
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| 'Cause I know for sure what loneliness is
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| Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts me
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| And that leaves me a little lost what have I become |