Superstar Richard Marx

You're the queen of your own little world
You really made a splash
Got the offers rollin' in
But you're nothing more than high paid trash
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head
Pity if they found out that you're lonely in your bed
Maybe it all happened to you
Just a little too fast

Won't let anybody touch you
So you do it for yourself
Plain to see there's a woman
Cryin' out for help

You're a superstar, but you don't know who you are
And your money won't get you very far
You're a mystery, nothing can set you free
Your demons haunt you endlessly, yeah

You face the end of your youth
In a tired little masquerade
You talk to people with a tongue
Like a newly sharpened razor blade
Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside
Morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide
But in the end, you'll be sleeping in the bed you made