I've spent years constantly dreaming

I've spent nights on dirty concrete floors

Sometimes I wonder what keeps me going

And why I always end up begging for more

I've met hypocrites and smooth talking assholes

But I've also met people just like me

And it's all for that hour at night

When I feel almost free

I've lost count of the times when I've felt
cheated

But it must have been at least a hundred times

And of all the times I've got my hope up

And been left here with this dream of mine