I’m looking for some comfort here  On these golden streets of hell  No one seems to notice me  Crying through my sunshine shell  I’m alone amongst another crowd  In a prison fame has made  People scream and shout on cue  I’m famous till I fade  Wanting to forget where I’ve been  Numbing myself too much  Drugs booze and men  Being my every day crutch  I burned up my mind  Because my life was pain  Ignoring my heart  So lost in the rain  No one could care   All out of focus  Except the stalkerazzi   And the press  I try to walk through life  Remembering who I am  Not a perfect person  Just doing the best I can