Do you dream of the stage br The lights on you for a change br You can be whatever you want to br That is what you said one day br Then you sat down and wrote something br Maybe you could a philosopher br You don’t have the passion for it br All you have is the popularity br Everyone wants to be what you dream of br Standing there looking at us br You won’t even bat an eye br That we used to know each other br Don’t ask why I am here I don’t know br Maybe I just want to see how far br You come from being gone you are br Or if you stole my dreams from under me br Used my words as weapon of choice br Your eyes seem to fade away br I guess something’s never change br I hope you are happily miserablebr br Marilyn Whitebr br