I love you and I hate you I'd leave you behind On my trip to fame I want to be a singer A good one Or a writer I would write about your love It'd be a painful story So long And when you think things are going good They are finally perfect and right Then with the blinking of an eye It's over and gone Ripped apart Yeah I could be a good writer I want to be a singer My voice would carry forever and ever People would buy tickets For sold out concerts Then I'd be happy I'd be a great singer with a beautiful voice Grammys would line my walls I'd be a great writer and win many awards I'd be a great one I am a good one