I woke up again with a headache The posters on my walls are staring back at me I can't afford to make the slightest mistake 'Cause I'm cursed with this urge to make it big someday I know it looks like I'm as sad as they come But the noise, it moves me as it's crushing my lungs I'm getting real sick of waking up in my bed When I could be in Sydney singing anthems instead ♪ I just want to make a name for myself If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell I know it looks like I am crying for help But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt Looking out I see a face in the crowd Of a man who thinks he's got me all figured out But his image of myself isn't what I see I see a man whose dreams are made of make believe Don't close your eyes You don't want to miss a second of this Don't close your eyes Don't think of all the things that could've been I just want to make a name for myself If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell I know it looks like I am crying for help But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt Won't you look me straight into my eyes And tell me stories about flashing lights I want this to be permanent ♪ I just want to make a name for myself If I died tomorrow I would end up in hell I know it looks like I am crying for help But the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt Yeah, the thought of succeeding is the best thing I've felt