I'm not famous anymore.
That's just how it is, I realized I don't mean shit to the world as it is, when you see all the main characters and you're barely a side, what's the point in even acting, why am I even alive?
I'm not famous anymore.
Why do you act like I matter, if I didn't have this phone it wouldn't be any chatter, when doors all close and the house goes ghost, you won't think of me at all, and that's something we all know.
I'm not famous anymore.
Was I even famous in the first place? The race is almost over and I can't even see first place, it's easy to break a heart if it's digital, and all I fucking know just got thrown inside a swimming pool.
I'm not famous anymore.
I just wanted you to care, my life should just be cancelled liked the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, the relationships I have is just as real as the tits of a Kardashian, I wish I didn't care as much, I wish I was just passionless.
But my passion don't matter, my brains might as well splatter, because when it all boils down, the fact of the matter is:
I am not famous anymore.
