It's just another Thursday night downtown playing for an inconsistent crowd
Put a dollar in my tip jar, it's all that's in there so far
I'm hoping I can finally make enough
Cause I'm paying all my dues with every show by singing through this worn out microphone
Busy night but no one's watching, my voice unheard through all the talking
Is it worth it? I don't really know
It's hard to know if I should carry on when all my dreams have slowly turned to dust
All I know is that I'm tired of heading down a road that's just a dead end
Questioning if I am strong enough to not give up
The pacing back and forth inside my head has finally got me hanging by a thread
I'm sick and tired of indecisions tempting me to finally give in and give up on everything I've done to get this far
It's hard to know if I should carry on when all my dreams have slowly turned to dust
All I know is that I'm tired of heading down a road that's just a dead end
Questioning if I am strong enough to not give up
It's like I'm always moving backwards
I can't stand to face the fact that everybody's moving up but me
Now these doubts are spinning faster in my head
I'm like the ghost that never left
It's hard to know if I should carry on when all my dreams have slowly turned to dust
All I know is that I'm tired of heading down a road that's just a dead end
Questioning if I am strong enough to not give up
I won't give up