The End

When will this dream make sense?

When my ideas fit on my hand, like a mit

When I get into a fit

When I learn to play an instrument

When I go and make some friends

who said they would go and play in my band

When I keep searching and looking

Until a record label signs us

Then more kids show up

We get into warped tour

Then MTV interviews us

then we see our first music video on FUSE

Next thing we know, We're number 1 on TRL

All that we know, just has become a part of the show

And become the heroes of kids everywhere

We get all dressed in black for the VMA's

Next thing I know, Boys scream they love me

Next thing I know, I ignore all my fans

Next thing I know, My music is bland

Next thing I know, I have no more fans

Next thing I know is my music is dead

Next thing I know...

I shot myself in the head,.