Singing show tunes in new York city
Trying to make a buck so I can eat
I don't even know why
I even try
My Guitars hanging off my neck
I'm playing the best way I know
You pass by on your way to work
But don't sit there like you know
Like you're better than me
Writing words on a half used flyer
Wet from the rain, from tears dropping off my face
Lyrics I don't know the meaning off
Broken phrases that make no sense yo anyone but me
I tried to go off and live my dream
But now I'm living half alive
Trying my best to get by
And the little I got isn't quite enough
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Singing show tunes in new York city
Trying to make a buck so I can eat
I don't even know why
I even try
My Guitars hanging off my neck
I'm playing the best way I know
You pass by on your way to work
But don't sit there like you know
Like you're better than me
Writing words on a half used flyer
Wet from the rain, from tears dropping off my face
Lyrics I don't know the meaning off
Broken phrases that make no sense yo anyone but me
I tried to go off and live my dream
But now I'm living half alive
Trying my best to get by
And the little I got isn't quite enough