She wishes she was famous
instead of alone in the basement
with Lennon and Cobain,
a guitar, and a stereo
She's losing faith in what she knows
hates her music and all of her clothes
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
every calorie is a war
She wishes God would give her
some decent help on answers
and a man that would romance her
and make her feel beautiful
it's all just so contagious
not to be yourself and faceless
in one quick shameless life
and dream that has no soul.
