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