Murderer - ​grandson

I got sunshine when you're near

All my problems disappear

When you're gone, I'm back to blue

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 followin'

Need you to like me so I keep bottlin' bad thoughts

Swallowin' pills, still wallowin'

Thrills feel hollow, obsessed with success

Made a next-up list, got a song goin' viral

I'm backstage at a show with my rival

But I'm a phony, I'm a psycho

My ego follows me wherever I go (Go)

Sign the dotted line on the contract

Half a million advance, givin' 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 are totally proud

I come home to Toronto, it's a sold-out crowd

But there ain't nobody showin' me how

And when you're this high up, it's a long way down

I got sunshine when you're near

All my problems disappear

When you're gone, I'm back to blue

Tell me, what's the point of living

In a world so unforgiving?

What's the point of living without you?

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 gettin' seen, it upsets me

"Didn't you know all of this pop-punk sells?"

I wanna unload all of these shotgun shells

If Sean Evans don't let me onto Hot Ones

I'ma give him hell, kill him and kill myself

Don't know how to heal 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 comin' with me to the reaper

Travis, you didn't share the song neither

Thought I was in the game, I'm sittin' on the bleachers

Well, I'm sick of bein' 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

This 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 rackin' up debt

But it's too late for me, I shoulda 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're near

All my problems disappear

When you're gone, I'm back to blue

Tell me, what's the point of living

In a world so unforgiving?

What's the point of living without you?

It was a mid-summer's day, rainin' steadily

When they came to reclaim the disgraced celebrity

Toxicology found medicated heavily

Oxytocin 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

Couple copycat suicides that was ill-advised

We ignored his cries and pleas until we posted his RIP's, it's ironic

That attention, he got high for it

To live forever, he had to die for it

Or so he thought 'cause a couple 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