We run from the press From what you read... Love
us more? Love us less? With lives that are such a royal mess
Somone dies Allowed to cry? No, we just hide And
ride the tide of emotion and sadness that we keep inside
Whose son am I?
The smile I give you is directed towards the crowd I
do what you tell me to Want to make you proud My achievements make front news But I did it just for you I move
to give you a hug You point me to hug the world Whose son am I? Yours? Or the world's?
Another Boy
Walk down the red carpet pathway Camera lights... make
night seem as bright as day Yell my name Call out my fame Scream the words: "I love you!" If another boy was
the prince... It would be screamed to him too
