All that work and what did it get me?
Why did I do it?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background?
Give 'em love and what does it get ya?
What does get ya?
One quick look as each of them leaves you
All your life and what does it get you
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage
They take bows and your battin' 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 by myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn
Gangway, world, get off of my runway
Starting now I bat a thousand
This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Curt
Everything's coming up Hummel
Everything's coming up Curt
This time for me, for me
For me, for me, for me, for me
For me, yeah