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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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 f**ing freak, i'm so pressured, i'm so weak. Something takes a hold of me, something i can't believe. Like some god damn f**ing freak! (x4)