A Name For Myself
I woke up again with a headache
The posters on my walls are staring back at me
I can't afford to make the slightest mistake
'Cause I'm cursed with this urge to make it big someday
I know it looks like I'm as sad as they come
But the noise, it moves me as it's crushing my lungs
I'm getting real sick of waking up in my bed
When I could be in Sydney singing anthems instead
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Looking out I see a face in the crowd
Of a man who thinks he's got me all figured out
But his image of myself isn't what I see
I see a man whose dreams are made of make believe
Don't close your eyes
You don't want to miss a second of this
Don't close your eyes
Don't think of all the things that could've been
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Won't you look me straight into my eyes
And tell me stories about flashing lights
I want this to be permanent
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Yeah, the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
The posters on my walls are staring back at me
I can't afford to make the slightest mistake
'Cause I'm cursed with this urge to make it big someday
I know it looks like I'm as sad as they come
But the noise, it moves me as it's crushing my lungs
I'm getting real sick of waking up in my bed
When I could be in Sydney singing anthems instead
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Looking out I see a face in the crowd
Of a man who thinks he's got me all figured out
But his image of myself isn't what I see
I see a man whose dreams are made of make believe
Don't close your eyes
You don't want to miss a second of this
Don't close your eyes
Don't think of all the things that could've been
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Won't you look me straight into my eyes
And tell me stories about flashing lights
I want this to be permanent
I just want to make a name for myself
If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell
I know it looks like I am crying for help
But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
Yeah, the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt
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Writer(s): Oskar Westlin
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