This striving for success, this need for approbation
This need to be respected, and renowned with acclamation
These goals instilled at childhood
Build the fire to succeed
These goals reinforced at youth
Become a burning need

Success becomes a passion
Replacing warmth and love
Success - the lewd obsession
With nothing good enough

Ambition lights the fire
Ambition fuels the flame
Ambition is a liar
The prize not worth the game

Success cannot be measured
So you don't know when you're there
Success is not a pleasure
Its achievement brings on fear

Is this all there is to it?
Did I really reach my goal?
Has what I lost been worth it?
What's happened to my soul?