Rock Star

 

She’s the kind of girl

Everybody wants be.

But no one sees what’s inside, 

Or that she cries herself to sleep.

 

But I see, baby, yeah, I see. 

 

She’s Miss Popular,

Floating with the crowd.

But it all feels so empty

That she wants to scream out loud.

 

But I see, baby, yeah, I see.

 

So forget about them,

Come surf the crowd with me.

It ain’t the water, 

But, baby, it’s plain to see.

 

You gotta do your own thing. 

Forge your own path. 

Climb up to the top.

Any way you can. 

 

You gotta do your own thing.

Do it up big.

Launch us to the moon.

Now, everybody sing. 

 

Be yourself.

Do what you love. 

And soon we can all

Be a rock star.

Be a rock star.

 

You gotta do your own thing

Who cares what they think.

Rocket to the moon. 

Come on, everybody sing.

 

Be yourself.

Do what you love. 

And soon we can all

Be a rock star.

Be a rock star.

Lyrics by Damian Moran

Performed by Twisted Dreams