Where did it go, all of that energy? God only knows, but now there's nothing left of me.
I used to be the pretty face in the school photograph. The one I used to want so hard, but stayed the middle of the class.
And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.
I wear sophisticated clothes and the life I believed in, but soon I wonder if it is everything or nothing at all.
So where do I go?
To find a new energy.
Deep down I know, there must be something here for me.
Cause I'm a little bit logical, I'm not too cynical.
So when the moment takes me, it's just plain magical.
And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.
And in an effort to get on, I moved to the city where everybody knows, everybody knows everything about every damn thing.
I wear sophisticated clothes and the life I believed in, but soon I wonder if it is everything or nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.