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