Almost Famous

I'm 24 and still ashamed
To say I'm broke and awfully vain
I'm rarely home
'Cause when I am, I overthink

I'm almost famous and I already hate it
They just wanna see what I'm made of
Will you cover all my bruises with makeup?
Broken bones are all that I'm made of

Everybody wants to chase the dream
But they don't even know what that means
Everybody wants a piece of me
Until they start to see I'm struggling

All alone, I lost control
A couple miles down the road
All alone, I'll find my home
A couple miles down the road
And all my days, they end the same
I take a hit, relive the pain
Am I the one who needs to change
What's the difference anyways?

I'm almost famous and I already hate it
They just wanna see what you're made of
When you bury all your fears under makeup
Broken bones are all that I'm made of

Everybody wants to chase a dream
But they don't even know what that means
Everybody wants a piece of me
Until they start to see I'm struggling

All alone, I lost control
A couple miles down the road
All alone, I'll find my home
A couple miles down the road
Down the road
My broken bones
Will turn to stone
I'll find my home

All alone, I lost control
A couple miles down the road
All alone, I'll find my home
A couple miles down the road