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)