I’m looking for some comfort here 

On these golden streets of hell 

No one seems to notice me 

Crying through my sunshine shell 

I’m alone amongst another crowd 

In a prison fame has made 

People scream and shout on cue 

I’m famous till I fade 

Wanting to forget where I’ve been 

Numbing myself too much 

Drugs booze and men 

Being my every day crutch 

I burned up my mind 

Because my life was pain 

Ignoring my heart 

So lost in the rain 

No one could care 

All out of focus 

Except the stalkerazzi 

And the press 

I try to walk through life 

Remembering who I am 

Not a perfect person 

Just doing the best I can