I've spent years constantly dreaming
  I've spent nights on dirty concrete floors
  Sometimes I wonder what keeps me going
  And why I always end up begging for more
    I've met hypocrites and smooth talking assholes
  But I've also met people just like me
  And it's all for that hour at night
  When I feel almost free
    I've lost count of the times when I've felt cheated
  But it must have been at least a hundred times
  And of all the times I've got my hope up
  And been left here with this dream of mine