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!