They know my name
My shoe size and weight

They send me mail
Love and hate

They follow me
In life and on twitter

They call themselves my fans
But they are the ones that ******* away

They me to write my name over and over again
Using napkin, paper, pencil and pen

The cameras flash
And the people cheer

And I wonder how did I get here?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?

I like the attention but I need time for me to
I don't like always pushing through

The crowds are always there
They keep me hemmed in
They stand behind the ropes
Hands reaching for my body

I stand and smile they cheer and wave
I feel like I'm drowning pulled under by a wave