Cuz I was never pretty anyway and never cared anything about that.

They got me for possession of something that was long, long gone.

Heroes put to the test, keeping a promise, doing their best.

If you see me getting smaller, I'm leaving, don't be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don't worry, and no hurry, I've got the right to disappear.

Those neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories. There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

I didn't aim at anything except good music.

You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.