Dying dreams exchanged for
Fairy dust and a doting Daddy,
Dollars, drive-bys, euphoric highs:
Glassy eyes and a hazy mind
Just hellos - no goodbyes
No lies of stardom and
Starving on the street for a
Script or a role that never *******
Followed through, none of that,
No work, only play.
Days wasted are over
And sitting pretty is easy
When there’s coke and
Crime and corruption
But you’re still the rose
Growing in the play-pen,
It’s lonely when they go
The house is all to know,
Porcelain doll with her
Nose so white: do you ever
dream of flight?
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Dying dreams exchanged for
Fairy dust and a doting Daddy,
Dollars, drive-bys, euphoric highs:
Glassy eyes and a hazy mind
Just hellos - no goodbyes
No lies of stardom and
Starving on the street for a
Script or a role that never *******
Followed through, none of that,
No work, only play.
Days wasted are over
And sitting pretty is easy
When there’s coke and
Crime and corruption
But you’re still the rose
Growing in the play-pen,
It’s lonely when they go
The house is all to know,
Porcelain doll with her
Nose so white: do you ever
dream of flight?
Guess the muse.
