Famous

Everybody wants to know my name Until they realize fame ain't a fucking game They want the lights, they want the crown They want the whole world when they're looking down Shera wanted fame, so I watched him climb One step at a time, one lie at a time Every new face, every brand-new friend Everybody loves you till the money fucking ends Fame puts your face on a million screens Then sells your private life for somebody else's dreams They don't want the person, they want the image They'll worship your success, then celebrate your limits Scream: You wanted this, Shera. You wanted everybody screaming your name. Now everybody knows you. Nobody fucking knows you. They'll call you genius when you're winning Call you washed when you're finished Call you crazy when you speak Then copy every word the following week You can't walk outside without somebody staring Can't make one mistake without somebody sharing Every photograph becomes evidence Every fucking rumor becomes common sense Fame is a beautiful fucking prison The door stays open, but nobody gives permission You get everything you thought you wanted Then realize the person you were is gone and forgotten Scream: They don't love Shera. They love what Shera became. And when the spotlight dies... they'll find somebody else to worship. Everybody wants fame. Nobody wants the price. Everybody wants to be remembered. Nobody wants to disappear. So keep chasing the spotlight. Keep feeding the machine. Just remember... The bigger the name, the smaller the person can become.