- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm on the streets trying to cope, cope with my life, cope with my right, I'm trying to cope with all the power I have to survive... Out on the streets, I try... I try to ignite, ignite my heart... that desires one thing, To sing... But no, There's no hope, My voice is just ugly, Why can't I be like the person that is - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -