Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.

I'm just a girl, With a dream that got the best of me, In a world that believes fame is everything.

In the book of Gaga, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it.

Certainly I'm not going to sit on the Internet all day and read what Sam from Iowa is saying about me. But I'm a sponge. I've always been a sponge.

Amidst all of these flashing lights I pray the fame won't take my life.