Lights, action, yeah…

All eyes on me.

Flashin' cameras stalk my every move,

paparazzi venom in the groove.

Rockwell’s echo in my chest—

“Somebody’s watching,” no time to rest.

Limousine stretch, shades and mink,

guest of honor—what do you think?

Push the lens—all that they see

is a name, a flame, a part of me.

But hear me now…

this is just the surface.

Underneath applause, there’s a cage,

where fear crawls across the stage.

Detroit’s child wearing scars, not fame,

they see the clown—they don’t know the pain.

Eyes on me—but I see the cracks,

the broken parts, the hidden tracks.

Through the hype and flashing signs,

I’m just a shadow in the headlines.

Everybody’s looking at me,

but they miss everything inside me.

Spotlight bright but I’m wearin' dread,

every gaze feels like lead.

All eyes on me...

but still… I bleed.