It must be exhausting being you
Always on the spotlight
Never able to hide from the world.
It must be awful being you
Not able to decide for yourself, not really
Always being told what to do
Because that is the price you pay in exchange for the fame they give you.
It must be cruel in the world you’re living
Because no smile or kindness shows on you
It must be hard to pretend it’s all perfect
When deep down you’re struggling to breathe and break free.