conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fine Line with the following description: Here Eminem speaks on the struggles of fame, describing how there is a fine line between the benefits and the downsides of his career. He has a passion for rap, but has grown tired of having the spotlight on him at all times.
  Not the only song where he talks about his struggle for fame. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Another day, another hotel, the inside of it is nice though, oh well
  This is my life so as I go and try on clothes for tonight's show
  To see how far that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
  Guess I'll just never get, so this shit just always feels so weird
  To this day because all's I ever did
  Was just say the shit I would've wanted to hear
  Other people say to me when I was a kid
  So please don't make me some type of hero
  'Cause I will say some ol' inspirational shit in a real way
  But still will have a field day with some of the fucked up shit
  In the world and tell it to suck on the dick, 'cause I still make fun
  Of a sitch someone's in like a son of a bitch at another's expense
  I'm fuckin' relentless as fuck when it comes to this pen
  I struggle with coming to senses, stuck on the fence
  It's a balance beam, if I seem unbalanced, it's challenging
  When my conscience allows me to think the most foulest
  Childish things without even blinking, without even thinkin' about
  All the stinkin' amounts of people that seems to be reachin'
  But the crowds, they're screaming
  And The Palace sold out this evening
  But now it's lay me down to sleep
  And is it really my soul to keep, or have I sold it cheap?
  Is it greed? And do I take more than I need?
  When I joke of leavin', but keep overachievin'
  'Cause what it's stole from me I've barely broken even [Hook: Luis Resto]
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  [Verse 2]
  So a martyr is how I paint myself
  And through my harrowin' ordeals I’m so vain I want my respect
  But ignore the butterfly effect that comes from my dialect
  'Til I sit in the dark and I reflect
  And my reflection shows what it's like here
  'Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights
  Yeah, it's like a nightmare
  I said, this vanity surrounded by these lights is a night mirror
  And I don't like how I see myself, so I open the Bible to Isaiah
  'Cause I swear to Christ there are nights when I stay up and might
  Say a prayer twice just to make sure God hears
  'Cause this ice layer I skate on's a nice way of putting it
  But I like stayin' feistier than a triceratops
   
  and like a dice player
  I got a nice paradise here, sealed off in my lair
  Away from the bullshit good safe place to sit and talk shit from
  And this house, is quite bare, but it ain't when you can't leave it
  And I feel so isolated, it's nice I made it
  But it's like I paid the price of fame twice, I hate it
  So I bitch about my life then make another song
  Vicious cycle ain't it, then wonder why I stay famous
  I keep walkin' the line,
   
  this goldfish bowl gets old
  But especially when you don’t know
  If your conscience is sayin' I told you so
  'Cause you don't even know anymore
  If you got the soul of a soldier, or you sold your soul [Hook: Luis Resto]
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  [Bridge]
  And from here you look so small
  Hovering high above us all
  Please come back to me
  [Verse 3]
  I still remember the times when
  They were simpler than the rhymes of
  Vanilla Ice were when I was just killin' the mics
  I'll never forget what that feeling was like
  I miss those times now when I was just starting out
  Without a dime and now I'm diamond
  I can't even stage dive in the crowd anymore now when I've been
  Stuck in this house hibernatin', hate even going outside
  It sucks, sometimes I just wanna walk into Target and look at shit and browse, I don't even want to buy nothin'
  I just wanna fuckin' walk around inside it
  Look how excited I sound when I get to talkin' bout life and
  Everything about it I miss, which now reminds me
  Put a thousand lighters in the sky for the Outsidaz
  Wow, I must have had Alzheimer's
  Long time since I shouted them out, 'bout time
  'Cause it's been on my mind lately how
  Zee, you always supported me
  You vouched, I will never forget that and
  How you guys accepted me for me and Pace
  I love you too, you slept on my couch
  And I've been thinkin' 'bout the time
  When I slept on the floor at The Outhouse
  Rhyming's all we ever wanted to do
  And regardless how life has turned out
  Inside I'll, I'll always be an outsider
  My life has been turned inside out but I— [Hook: Luis Resto]
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  I know, it's a fine, fine line
  Living in hope or dire need
  [Outro]
  But I keep walkin' the line...