| I'm looking for some comfort here | |
| On these golden streets of hell | |
| No one seems to notice me | |
| Crying through my sunshine shell | |
| I'm alone amongst another crowd | |
| In a prison fame has made | |
| People scream and shout on cue | |
| I'm famous till I fade | |
| Wanting to forget where I've been | |
| Numbing myself too much | |
| Drugs booze and men | |
| Being my every day crutch | |
| I burned up my mind | |
| Because my life was pain | |
| Ignoring my heart | |
| So lost in the rain | |
| No one could care | |
| All out of focus | |
| Except the stalkerazzi | |
| And the press | |
| I try to walk through life | |
| Remembering who I am | |
| Not a perfect person | |
| Just doing the best I can |