Woke up in the morning, chasing dreams,
City lights and silver screens,
Diamonds shining in my eyes,
Living life in the fast lane, high.
But I wonder in the dead of night,
Is it worth the price of bright spotlights?
Money and fame, glitter and gold,
Stories of glory, yet to be told,
Chasing illusions, running the game,
Lost in the madness of money and fame.
Champagne toasts and velvet ropes,
Flashing cameras, endless hopes,
But beneath the surface, it's hard to see,
The lonely heart inside of me.
Behind the smile, a silent tear,
Is this the life that I hold dear?
Money and fame, glitter and gold,
Stories of glory, yet to be told,
Chasing illusions, running the game,
Lost in the madness of money and fame.
When the lights go down, and the crowds go home,
In the silence, I feel so alone,
The price of the dream is paid in pain,
In this endless race for fortune and fame.
Money and fame, glitter and gold,
Stories of glory, yet to be told,
Chasing illusions, running the game,
Lost in the madness of money and fame.
In the end, what will remain?
Just echoes of a familiar name,
A fleeting glimpse of a burning flame,
In the endless quest for money and fame.