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 sh**, must of which I don't care a bit. Wearing a fancy tux, I could really give a f**. 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.