All that work and what did it get me? Why did I do it? Scrapbooks full of me in the background Give them love and what does it get ya? What does it get ya? One quick look as each of them leaves you All your life and what does it get ya? Thanks a lot and out with the garbage They take bows and you're batting zero I had a dream I dreamed it for you, dad It wasn't for me, dad And if it wasn't for me Then where would you be? Miss Rachel Berry Well, someone tell me when is it my turn Don't I get a dream for myself Starting now it's gonna be my turn Runway roll, get off of my runway Starting now I bat a thousand This time, boys, I'm taking the thousand Everything's coming apart Everything's coming apart Everything's coming apart This time for me For me For me For me For me For me For me