How good or bad, happy or sad, does it have to get? Losing yourself, don't cry for help, cause don't think you need it And old friends are just a chore, now you need more than ever before All that glitter, and all that gold, won't buy you happy When you've been bought and sold, riding wild horses you can't control With all your glitter, and all of your gold How high, how low, how on your own, are you gonna get? Because losing yourself will cost you more, than the life you're paying for And all those friends you left behind, you might need them when it's cold outside All that glitter, and all that gold, won't buy you happy When you've been bought and sold, riding wild horses you can't control With all your glitter, and all of your gold Take care of your soul, with all of your gold Take care of your soul, take care of your soul, soul, soul, soul Take care of your soul *