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 weak.

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 weak.

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.



Gibberish



So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.

So I see this face and I realize it´s mine.



Gibberish



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 weak.

Something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.



Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4)