Void کے بول

Riding down the streets of envy, looking for some recognition That would make me really happy If they desired my position. Prom-time princess, beauty queen; see all the admiring faces Chasing after blind ambition, they don't see the King of Heaven's graces. Chorus: Cause what I want is you; what I need is truth Will someone tell me that for a change? Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm so come and fill the empty space inside of me Wish upon a falling star and dream of your perfection It fades away held up against your failures and dying self-opinion. Chorus: Beauty's on the late night TV showing off the next big thing Turn it off -I'm lost I forgot who I was Jesus, won't you tell me I'm worth something? Chorus: Repeat twice