Millions

I know a man who’s longing for wealth

He’s willing to sell all but his health

And when he’s got for what he asked

He understands his happiness won’t last

I know a woman who’s longing for fame

She’s willing to play every nasty game

But what if her dreams will not come true

Who is gonna make her not feel like residue?

How many millions do you need to say that you succeed

to feel what they call proud until you’re a sell out?

How many men shall follow you before you call it a breakthrough

What makes you feel content when will it end?

I know someone who looks just like you

Already claiming this story can’t be true

But when I see the sparkle in your eyes

I do realize everyone has got his price

I know someone who fairly looks like me

caught in a world where no one’s really free

I see myself doing exactly the same

But I still don’t know who is to blame