I remember when I wanted fame.

My contract was signed,

Then my life was never the same.

My music became their music

And as for my time there is none.

Wrote so much,

And so much got thrown out.

I guess my plans are different than theirs,

But it used to be my music.

It’s just not fair,

I entered without a doubt.

 

How is it that millions of people want my life

And I don’t even want mine?

I worked hard for what I have,

Hours and hours of standing in line.

Now I’m surrounded by glamour

And fake friends

Wishing I could be in someone else’s shoes

And not mine.

I can’t go anywhere without someone taking advantage of me

And even though the rolex glitters it’s not gold,

And even though I need more than 3 banks to put my money in,

It’ll sit there and get cold.

 

I get to travel the world,

But the tour life world gets old.

Wishing I could jump out of this career,

But once I jumped in I stayed in.

This game is like quicksand.

Looking across the stadium and seeing my fans

And realizing that they care so much,

But in the end it won’t matter

Because I won’t remember all of them 

One by one.

I don’t even know their names…

All the fame,

All the girls,

All the parties,

All the money,

All I’ve worked hard for…

 

All the times I never get alone time,

Yet I still feel alone.

All the girls that say they love me,

But they only love the money.

All the places I’m at,

But in my head I’m not there.

All the Benjamin’s,

But nothing to buy because I have it all.

Ironically all I’ve worked for.

 

To the ones that follow me.

Don’t copy me and go follow your own dreams

Because you don’t want to have to live like me,

Because with all the things I’ve gained,

I’ve lost all the things I need.

And it leaves you with the pain.

I use to want the fame…

 

I use to.