No matter how many shows you've played Or if these songs are even self made Dress up for the masquerade Straight to the top of the hit parade Been at the birthday parties, weddings And the funerals of the present clones on the music playground The press creates a hype and after all The fame brings people all around you Hugs and handshakes From your new friends And your view is Through a distorted lens Here comes a new trend And one very last goodbye Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting Shallow friendships with the people you adored Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting You always used to say you wanted more Now you're playing local radio's barbecue Kind of shows noon ever wants to do Midnight streets are empty as the concert hall And you are waiting for a recall A chain reaction of circumstance Hoping for another bunch of second chances A melting pot of misunderstandings Of overrated attitudes and fake romances Hugs and handshakes from your new friends And your view is through a distorted lens Here comes a new trend and one very last goodbye Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting Shallow friendships with the people you adored Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting You always used to say you wanted more Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting Shallow friendships with the people you adored Is this what you wanted Is this what you've been expecting You always used to say you wanted more.