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!