I hadn't written a word of God in over two years
He barely speaks to me anymore because he knows
That fame, that fame -

Well… never mind that. Or do mind
What I am trying to say is that:
See fame, see fame...

Look -
I am a liar

and God knows The sorrow I coerce onto paper
are not my own It was for
the fame. The fame

in exchange for all that melancholy
Does anyone want to hear of my successes?
I am happy! I am happy!

But you all do not come
So I lie
Life is miserable, and He had left me…