Richard Marx

Twenty four and he believes for
Sure heжЉЇ got it made
Fame is here for good and
Looks will never fade
He doesnжЉ° know
The game is never over ж†?ill
The cards have all been played
Eighty three and still he feels
His best is yet to come
He believes that youth is
Wasted on the young
HeжЉЇ alone
The only dream he ever has
Is being with someone
Love you when your standing tall
But nobody knows you when your falling
All you have to do is call
But nobody ever hears the silent scream
Christmas came and went again