Take one, take two, take all of me

take my soul, take my chance, take my reality

shoot the star, jump too high, shine bright

too much pain, too much wine, too much fright

when will i grow up

when will i shine

when will i be tired, to pretend that i am shy

i am a monster, that i believe

who think only bad, and has thoughts that are maddning

i believe the ugly truth, and not the pretty lie

sing, shoot, and dance

now i will live to the fullest

no more to think about the best for the other

to think about only myself

when i will grow up

when will i shine

when will i be tired, of making excuses all the time

but, now i know the ugly truth, and i am proud