Happiness?

All this time, I've been trying to find,
a reason... to wake up in the morning.

For 18 years I've been searching with fear,
that maybe... just maybe it's all worthless.

High and low, far and wide,
I was still unhappy,
I had money, and people,
But I was poor and friendless.

Now I press record,
I get my pitch,
I sing my damn heart out... I make music.

I'm an artist, a fool,
call me what you choose.

But for that moment...
I'm a rock star.