[Intro — Spoken] Everybody knows his face… Nobody knows him. [Verse 1] Six in the morning, the curtains rise, Another camera, another disguise, Hair in place and a practiced grin, They’re already waiting to let him in. Flashbulbs popping, somebody shouts, “Give us that smile everybody talks about.” [Pre-hook] They see the clothes, the cars, the lights, But nobody follows him home at night. [hook] They call him the golden boy, Everybody’s favorite star, Got his name above the city And a hundred million hearts. But when the music stops playing And there’s nobody around, He looks at everything he wanted And wonders why he still breaks down. If this is everything he dreamed of… Why does it feel like nothing now? [Verse 2] Magazine covers stacked by the bed, All showing somebody else instead, Every headline tells him who he should be, Funny how fame can make you disappear completely. The whole world swears he’s living the dream, But dreams look different behind the scenes. [Pre-hook] They know his laugh, his favorite clothes, But there are parts of him nobody knows. [hook] They call him the golden boy, Everybody’s favorite star, Got his name above the city And a hundred million hearts. But when the music stops playing And there’s nobody around, He looks at everything he wanted And wonders why he still breaks down. If this is everything he dreamed of… Why does it feel like nothing now? [Interlude — Award Announcer] “And tonight’s Artist of the Year goes to…” [Crowd] THE GOLDEN BOY! [Spoken — Reporter] He’s arriving now. The cameras are going crazy. Look at that smile. [Quiet Male Vocal] Yeah… Look at that smile. [Bridge] Maybe he’s tired of pretending, Maybe perfection gets heavy to hold, Maybe a room full of people screaming your name Can still leave you completely alone. [Build] They gave him everything— The money, the lights, the noise… But somewhere underneath it all— [High Note] HE’S STILL JUST A BOOOOY! [Final hook — Huge] They call him the golden boy, Like he couldn’t possibly fall, Like having everything you wished for Means you shouldn’t hurt at all. But when the cameras stop flashing And the last crowd leaves the room, There’s a man behind the picture Trying to remember who he knew. [High Harmony] If nothing in his life is missing— [Sustained High Note] WHY DOES HE STILL FEEL SO ALONE? [Outro — Soft] Everybody knows his face… Nobody knows him.
