Look at the way the famous seem to shine Apparently the popular define Tuning into their broken lives Why do we make them so divine When will we see it's our own lives at stake
Chorus: We are all the same Clearly we should see by now What is it with fame Think it's time we figure out We just live in separate houses fighting to sustain
They are the real and we've become their game What will it matter when we're in the grave Examine the inside of your head It's funny the way we all bleed red Shouldn't we all be setting the trend instead
We just hide in different spaces Different lives in different places
