Unsung

How many of us are out there Screaming into the wind So much to say and so much to play And no one to listen If I could be the one to say it all again I would be you and you would hear me listen And as we stand upon this podium so holy And as we stand upon this podium so lonely And ok here I go back to the vacuum Ok here I go with nothing to lose I know I've spun this tale before If you're here, then... who cares anymore And after all it's my own blood in my veins I'm not hurting anybody anyway Well we'll see Well maybe