When will I be able to say that I made it?
Can I already say it?
Cause I’m happy with who I am,
I’m happy with the way I am
At least that’s what I think, that’s what I tell myself
It should be true, since I’m the one in the mirror as well.
On late nights, when I’m all alone,
I know the secrets of the world,
On late nights, when I’m all alone
I can ponder over my words.
And when the stars come out it feels like I’m so detached
From this world of vices and the race to reach the top brass
I keep wondering what it’s all about
If it’s really so worth it to reach the tippy top
If one push can send you down
Is it worth it at all?
When can I say that I’m a success
Is it when I’m on the billboards and
All over the city square?
When can I say I have it all
Is it only if I sit in a huge penthouse?
Cause of late I’ve been thinking
And it seems to me as if it’s all a game
Success isn’t luxury cars, success is satisfying your own heart
How bad does it have to be
That we’re raising kids to be so materialistic
When all they want to do
Is follow their instinct?
Success is not what you think it is
It’s glorious, it’s joyful, it’s the love we feel
Success is what happens when you follow your heart
Success isn’t the finish, it’s the start.