The Monster- Eminem Ft. Rihanna

Chorus I'm friends with the monster that's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save me, stop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

-Showing signs of loneliness,-Looking scruffy-Looking sad-Dark lighting-Looking humid and gloomy-Slow motion camera shots and pans across body

-Someone holding there head in frustration-Anger-Looking around as if they hear things

The character is outside with a friend, he is sad but the friend is forcing and encouraging him to co-operate and have fun

The friend is shaking their head like the situation is unfixable and staring at the main protagonist

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of NewsweekOh, well, guess beggars can't be chooseyWanted to receive attention for my musicWanted to be left alone in public. Excuse meFor wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew; see, but it was confusing'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)Hit the lottery, oh weeBut with what I gave up to get was bittersweetIt was like winning a used meIronic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheepGoing cuckoo and cooky as Kool KeithBut I'm actually weirder than you think'Cause I'm

Someone sees themselves on a newspaper and gets surrounded but the paparazzi

People surrounding him asking for his autograph

Person getting carried away with the fame and people coming to him because he has the money

Person lying in bed looking up with eyes wide open

No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told meTo seize the moment and don't squander it'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrowSo I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?It's no wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders)Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whooI think you've been wandering off down yonderAnd stumbled onto Jeff Van Vonderen'Cause I need an interventionistTo intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflict'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkingI'm just relaying what the voice in my head's sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

Character seizing the moment and enjoying what he has in fame

Character wondering, lost somewhere, thinking but not knowing where he's going, just walking past looking down and people moving out his way.

Someone confused talking to themselves. Frustrated angry, lip reading “and I cant conquer it”

Walking in the dark, clueless in a house