Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away.
i remember there's a certain place, a place i wish i'd stay.
i feel so lost within - pressured, i'm headed for that day.
just one thought in my head, really. do i need this fame?
every time, god damn, i look at my son, i see something i can't be.
beautiful and care free, that's how i used to be.
like some god damn fucking freak, i'm so pressured, i'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something i can't believe.
i lay in bed at night and wonder, should i go on this way?
it's the only thing i really got for now, and it's called fame.
every time, god damn, i look at my son, i see something i can't be.
beautiful and care free, that's how i used to be.
like some god damn fucking freak, i'm so pressured, i'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something i can't believe.
so i see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
so i see this face and i realize it's mine.
i feel the rattle...
so i see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
so i see this face and i realize it's mine.
i feel the rattle...
every time, god damn, i look at my son, i see something i can't be.
beautiful and care free, that's how i used to be.
like some god damn fucking freak, i'm so pressured, i'm so worried,
something takes a hold of me, something i can't believe.
like some god damn fucking freak!