(I got sunshine when you [...]) (All our problems disappear) (When you're gone I'm [...]) (Tell me what's the point of living) (In a world so unforgiving?) (What's the point of living without you?) I just wanna be a rockstar With a million people following Need you to like me so I keep bottling Bad thoughts, swallowing pills, still wallowing Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success Made a "next up" list Got a song going viral I'm backstage at a show with my rival I'm a phony, I'm a psycho My ego follows me wherever I go Sign the dotted line on a contract Half a million advance giving me a chance Want it so bad, it takes all control of me Nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now Mom and dad totally proud I come home to Toronto, it's a sold out crowd But there ain't nobody showing me how And when you're this high up It's a long way down (I got sunshine when you [...]) (All our problems disappear) (When you're gone I'm [...]) (Tell me what's the point of living) (In a world so unforgiving?) (What's the point of living?) Second song flopped, get dropped Thought that I was on top Now I watch as all of these kids pass me He's more young, he's more handsome I get mad, I throw tantrums I was the man last week! The algorithm is against me My content ain't getting seen, it upsets me Didn't you know, all of this pop punk sells? I wanna unload all of these shotgun sells If Sean Evans don't let me onto Hot Ones Imma give him hell Kill him and kill myself Don't know how to hail myself Shit, I don't even know if I'm still myself Yungblud and MGK, they better give me a feature Or they'll be coming with me to the reaper Travis, you didn't share this song neither Thought I was in the game, I'm sittin' on the bleachers Well, I'm sick of being underrated I'd rather be the one that faded I'm the best of a generation Guess I gotta die to get my celebration I'm sick of this pretend alternative Don't care if I offend conservatives It's the rock album of the year, I'm sure of it So why the fuck hasn't anybody heard of it? Sad to reflect On the lack of respect That I have For the things that I have I'm a wreck It ain't gonna change for a bag or a check The hole in my soul keeps racking up debt But it's too late for me I should've learned earlier Mom's gotta bury her son She's such a worrier Send a message to my fans Direct courier Tune in live for suicide I'm a murderer (I got sunshine when you [...]) (All our problems disappear) (When you're gone I'm [...]) (Tell me what's the point of living) (In a world so unforgiving?) (What's the point of living without you?) It was a midsummer's day, raining steadily When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity Toxicology found - medicated heavily Oxycontin and weed, cocaine, amphetamines Friends and family horrified Online he was glorified More plays on his Spotify Some even thought that he was still alive A couple copycat suicides, that was ill-advised We ignored his cries and pleas Until we posted his RIPs, it's ironic Bad attention, he got high for it To live forever he had to die for it Or so he thought 'Cause a couple of months go on Forgotten for the new kid in town, so forth, so on Another sob story when a star can't handle it Lost angel fallen in Los Angeles