One thousand voices, I can hear them in my head.

Made some bad choices, now some dreams are dead.

When I was younger the future didn't matter so much to me.

Now I'm much older, still don't know what I aspire to be.

Aspirations.

Don't know what I want to be, don't want to do it unwillingly.

Don't want to knock on your door or steal money from the poor.

I don't want a fancy car - that won't get me very far.

I just want to be free and for all my friends to try and be with me.

Some guys got expensive shit, must of which I don't care a bit.

Wearing a fancy tux, I could really give a fuck.

And their girl friends think that it's really funny

that the guys don't know they're being used for money,

but I just want a cool girl friend - someone who will respect me for who I am.