And everything you lack, you want to have
And everything you aren't, you want to be
And everything you've never done is something you must do
And everything invisible is something you must see

Everyone's superior to somebody else
And everyone's inferior to somebody else
And everyone is glad that they're not someone else
And everyone is wishing they were somebody else

All the little children in America
Want to be an athelete or superstar
And every single one of them will be a millionaire
But not a single one of them knows who they really are

Yeah, the world's got problems
But who really wants perfection
And everyone is one of them
This way there's a big selection

Everyone's complaining that they never got their chance
And everybody's looking for a way to keep their pride
And everybody's hoping for their turn to be the victem
They're just dying for the right to say they tried

I
Am so tired
Of this stupid run-a-round
I
Can not cry
Cause I'm standing on the ground

Is that you screaming melodies?
I like the contradiction
I love to sit around and watch
You all believe the fiction

Everyone is standing still in their life
Everybody's scrutinizing every little thing
Everyone is looking into tiny in-particulars
Never really understanding they don't mean a thing

I
Feel like hell
And I know I can't complain
I
Need a break
Before we go around again