Superstar — текст песни (Richard Marx)

You`re the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash,
got the offers rollin` in, but you`re nothing more
than high paid trash.
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head,
pity if they found out that you`re lonely in your bed.
Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast.
Won`t let anybody touch you? So you do it for yourself.
Plain to see there`s a woman cryin` out for help.
You`re a superstar, but you don`t know who you are,
and your money won`t get you very far.
You`re a mystery, nothing can set you free,
your demons haunt you endlessly.
You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade,
you talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade.
Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside,
morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide,
but in the end you`ll be sleeping in the bed you made.
All you want`s a daddy, the one you never had,
a need for understanding aching in you bad...
...it seems so clear to me, there`s something that you`d rather be.
Take a look around you now, before it`s much too late,
make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate.
All your life, you`ve been running from the girl inside...
...oh, but it`s plain to see there`s someone...