Superstar
You’re the queen of your own little world，
you really made a splash

got the offers rolling  in
but you’re nothing more
than high paid trash.

Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head

pity if they found out that you’re lonely in your bed.

Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast.

Won’t let anybody touch you?
So you do it for yourself.
Plain to see there’s a woman crying out for help.

You’re a superstar
but you don’t know who you are

and your money won’t get you very far.

You’re a mystery， nothing can set you free

your demons haunt you endlessly.

You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade
you talk to people with a tongue
like a newly sharpened razor blade.

Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside

morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide

but in the end you’ll be sleeping in the bed you made.

All you want’s a daddy the one you never had
a need for understanding aching in you bad...

You're a superstar,

but you don't know who you are

And your money won't get you very far

you're a mystery, it seems so clear to me

There's something that you'd rather be

Take a look around you now
before it’s much too late

make the choice to change
or be a victim of your fate

All your life
you’ve been running from the girl inside

You’re a superstar，
but you don’t know who you are

And your fame won't get you very far

You're a mystery, oh but it's plain to see

There's someone that you'd rather be

You're a superstar,

And your money won't get you very far

you're a mystery, it seems so clear to me

There's something that you'd rather be