Could anyone edit this?

[Masquerade]

Hey, I'm in need of some editting if anyone is interested. It goes loosely to the tune of 'The Future Freaks Me Out' by Motion City Soundtrack.

Dreaming Big: a Ballad
By Me

Benny can’t stop dreaming big
He can’t just live for now
Planning to rock it out on New Year’s Eve,
and drink himself to sleep.
He says, “Hey!
All I’ve got is time,
this life is mine,
I’m gonna to rock ‘til the stage lights shine
bright in my face.
I’m going to be a star.”

He’s got a car, but I don’t think a Chevy’s
gonna get him that far.
Check out his broken six-string
(Or should I say four?)
He knows three chords;
He’d rather waste his time with clothes and hair,
Might as well look the part.

Benny can’t stop blaring his tunes.
His parents get annoyed.
Singing hardcore oldies, pop and punk
from his room in the basement.
Oh, his life is bent,
He can’t pay the rent.
He’ll only go out if his parents give him consent.
But he looks out far,
dreams on a star.
One day he’ll be center stage.

He’s got a car, but I don’t think a Chevy’s
gonna get him that far.
Check out his broken six-string
(Or should I say four?)
He knows three chords;
He’d rather waste his time with clothes and hair,
Might as well look the part.


Benny can’t play to “Save the Trees”.
He’s been banned from charity events for life.
Tossing him out of all the clubs,
now he walks the streets:
An optimist.
He does his best.
Who’d buy his music only God could guess.
He burns CDs,
sold for pocket lint and pennies.
At least he’s in the scene.

He’s got a car, but I don’t think a Chevy’s
gonna get him that far.
Check out his broken six-string
(Or should I say four?)
He knows three chords;
He’d rather waste his time with clothes and hair,
Might as well look the part.

Benny can’t quit checking up on his Myspace.
His friends page consists of his mom.
Sending links across the web.
There must be other ways.
Subscribed to Rolling Stone,
he stalks them on the phone.
No restraining order can make him leave them alone.
Calling every second day,
he’s sure they’ll say:
“You’ll be on the front page.”

Benny, you’ll get there.
You know it.
The world’s here for the taking.
You’ll have them screaming your name.

Benny, how could you compete?
You couldn’t tap a beat.
But you tried your best.
Oh, yes, you’re trying your best.
There are strings on your guitar,
you look a bit bizarre.
Girls scream your name from down the street.
You wear a smile like a star.
Benny, the light’s shining.
You’ve got perfect timing.
Oh Benny, look you’ve...ah forget it

He’s got a car, but I don’t think a Chevy’s
gonna get him that far.
Check out his broken six-string
(Or should I say four?)
He knows three chords;
He’d rather waste his time with clothes and hair,
Might as well look the part.
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Insomniac depression or Ryan Ross obsession?<3

Things have changed for me. And that's okay. I feel the same. [There's nothing wrong with being Pretty. Odd.]