Paparazzi everywhere,
Watching your every move,
How do you not make them,
Eat their food through a tube.
It must get annoying,
With no privacy at all,
You can’t go anywhere,
Like to the movies or mall.
You have all the nice houses,
And fancy cars and shit,
You can have whatever you want,
But your not happy with it.
As miserable as you might be,
And don’t know what to do,
For the weirdest of all reasons,
I want to be like you.
Kids tortured me all my life,
And I’m always getting criticized,
I’ve never been paid much attention to,
My social life is fried.
I want to be famous to the world,Where people know my name,
Where the lights are always on me,
And my life is never plain.
So famous people hear my cry,
And tell me what to do,
Let the world know my name,
Let me be like you.