Your head drifts towards the cold car window And you begin to think…
You think about all that you’ve been through And how far you’ve come You think about all the people you have hurt And the scars that decorate your heart You think about parties from college And the tears you’ve shed behind closed doors You think about the love you’ve lost And the love you don’t deserve You think about whether people really care about you And how little you care about yourself.
I watch you from the backseat As you begin to drift off into a light slumber And I think to myself…
“Fool. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are?”
"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden." - Claudia Ghandi
I want to be famous I want to be known I want to be loved by the masses
I want a stage to perform I want millions of people to scream my name I want the world to shed tears when they hear my voice
I want to be an icon I want to dress in designer clothes I want to be on the cover of every magazine
I want the press to write about my talent I want the press to write about my beauty I want the press to write about my grace
I want to break world records I want to go down in history as the best I want to be remembered forever
I then realize that with fame comes a jarring sense of loneliness Because although you have millions of fans that chant your name And a cast of characters that help you succeed And expensive clothes And all the money in the world No one knows, and will ever know, who you truly are And you won’t ever know the people or their story Because you’ve become a two-dimensional figure with No flaws No insecurities No regret With no time to spend on anyone but yourself
It’s funny When you’re famous, everyone knows who you are And yet You don’t understand a thing about what you’ve become.
"I don't think I could think of a single thing that's more isolating than being famous." - Lady Gaga