I am lost
I now see that fame has its cost
The loneliness up here is unbearable
To the fans it’s all desirable
I once saw it from their perspective
Now my myopia is cured
Because that idea is relative
For I can trade this fame, for any disease, no matter how odd
My old man must be proud of this monster of his creation
For it has no true friends, love or any sort of true affection
The money, girls, fame; all this I got
What use is it if my mother calls me not?
But whenever I’m in front of the maddening crowd
I realize how I have made dad proud
Still the amount of the crowd can’t fill the emptiness that I feel
I have lost it all; I guess my fate is sealed
But still, I have made dad proud
