The film world is one
I dream of each night.
To live and enjoy a life
different than any other.

A world of fame and fortune,
a world of trials and vicory.
A world with every happy ending,
a world with success and fulfillment.

So how do you think I felt
when I discovered that
the closest I'd get to that industry
would be owning some crappy theatre?

Sure, it didn't start this way,
with its sticky floors and stiff seats.
It once was clean and civil,
and the air was once smoke-free.

And in that purity
I had still believed
I was close, so close,
to my glorious love.

But nowadays,
I can't help
but think of what
I could've done.

Unfortunately, though,
I wasn't born with talent
to write or act or direct.
No, I was a creativity-free braniac.

So, I took the business side 
of this heavenly future,
but now, I realize the truth;
this wasn't how I wanted to live.

When the clock strikes six
and "Avatar" starts playing again,
the viewers will see my hanging corpse
and wonder, "Why, oh why?"

And if I could talk
I'd say to them
"My hapiness is only close to me
in the magic of my dreams"

This wasn't my best decision,
but all I had in life were bills and numbers.
If dreams were what I loved the most
then that's what I'd want to live for.

And the nobodies I knew
might miss me plenty,
but I can proudly say
my dreams are still rolling; and they're happy.