I wore the pressed grey suit, crossing the mean street
A million other people with me, I looked like dead meat
Cell phone, shoes, tie , perfume were all the same
I was in the unending journey towards fame
Everybody was nobody but the same
A million other people like me, My excuses are becoming lame
Good work.I know it was a song but try not to focus much on rhyming..
"When can I be different from the rest
When can I call myself the best
When will I livemy life with zest
When will ever pass this test
When will ever, in peace, rest"
You can completely neglect that comment though,coz its a good song and that is just a minor technical flaw..
"I feel like I'm number one,yet I'm last in line..."
"So I think I'll keep on walking,with my head held high...
And only God knows why..."
Only God Knows Why - Kid Rock