Gold Star - The Greeting Committee

I don’t think I can be all I want

In the hearts of others

«Be a gold star,» they say, «be good

For your father»

Eldest daughter, you’ll bear the weight

Grow to hate

Come out of it

Left singing

Oh please, show me mercy, mercy

I just can’t take this

Shame, I wear it for you

Ohh, you

I don’t think I can be all I want

In the hearts of others

«Be a gold star,» they say, «What a waste

You never made it further»