I’m scared of falling behind
What if this improbability hangs me out to dry?
I’m writing until daylight, taking every chance
To be the girl worth a second glance
To be famous
Oh, what it must be like to be famous
Oh, what it must be like to be famous

I’m scared of being no one
What if I play at bars and wish on stars the rest of my life?
Thinking “where did my potential go decide to hide?”
“Did I lead a fulfilling life?”
It’s so shapeless
Oh, what it must be like to be famous
Oh, what it must be like to be famous
Famous