Got some bad news this morning
Which in turn made my day
Well this someone spoke I listened
All of a sudden had less and less to say
Oh, how could this be?
All this time I've lived vicariously
Made me feel like somebody
Like somebody else
And although he was imitated often
Still felt like I was being myself
Is it a shame that someone else's song
Is totally and completely depended on?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
I wonder if I'll live to grow old now
Getting high 'cause I feel so low down
And maybe it's a little selfish
All I have is the memory
And I never stop to wonder
Was it possible you were hurting worse than me?
Still my hunger turns to greed
'Cause what about what I need?