Текст песни 2003 - Michael Abraham

R.I.P. my auntie, that's my heart
I remember how she told me I'm a star
Now I'm hitting different places, going far

Now I'm doing Freddy Krueger shooting stars
How many tries become a heart
Maybe I'm the issue, they call him problem child
Don't need no therapist it's close to heart

Maybe I'm a star
Desire, how I admire
You light my fire
Burns the desire

Lead you, inspire
How I admire
You light my fire
Burns the desire

There's no fun in the club
There's no love in the club
There's no love
It doesn't matter who you are
There's no love in the club
There's no love

Tell me who's been fake and who's been real
Cannot tell the difference, hard to feel
I can count how many friends that I broke bills with,
Spilling secrets, do you feel fulfilled
I'm breaking tires, breaking hills
Playing with your fingers, you taking all them pills

Don't need no therapist, it's close to heart
Maybe I'm a star
Desire, how I admire
You light my fire

Does the desire
Lead you, inspire
How I admire
You light my fire

There's the desire
There's no fun in the club
There's no love in the club
It doesn't matter who you are

There's no love in the club