could someone help me comprehend
how my wanting to have friends
is now this monster that i feed
it's popularity I need
when people think I'm the deal
it helps me feel like I am real
but I think I lost the me
looking for the star machine
I don't want any part of it everything is

here today gone tomorrow
big star machine
ricky martin or menudo
big star machine
VH1 "where are they?"
follows big star machine
how could I have been so shallow
big big star machine

could someone help me comprehend
how I came to judge my friends
on a scale of trendiness
and somehow I love them less
not as hip as they could be
through the eyes of star machine
it's a dumb philosophy to judge by popularity
I don't want any part of it everything is...