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