You should be lucky cause he's into you and he loves you too He's got money and he's not stuck in a padded room With no door and no windows can't see or get out I've got eyes to see but I ain't got nothing to look at I'm working on my grip to get the hell out of here I'm sick of this place I'm working on my touch I want to be some one But nothing really matters anymore I think I'm growing up but I can't understand Can't find the right opportunity Because only the richer survive in this world Talent and soul don't matter anymore I wanna be someone but You always seem to be in my may I wanna be someone but I can't make it through this world It eats you up and spits you out You'll never make it out