Woke up early morning with my name on the star,
Threw my shades and ego on, this is how I got this far.

Killers walk around in suits;
Sharks on land walk hand in hand with the poor.

I grab a bottle and pour myself out,
Saw a pretty little thing by the bus stop;
Money in cup but the face said- pay me and I'll pout.

This is prestige heights,
Drain your blood and let the euphoria flow.
This is the main act, I show up and end the show.

So much glamor and wasted fame its a wonder why no one knows my name.

Lady of the night;
Teenage scream queen of the eighth grade,
Leading boys to the bathrooms for between class lessons.

I paper cut across the wrist to spread my gossip on the front page of the all-seeing tabloid.

The dream machine I live on can't self sustain so I run on empty fumes and outdated news updates that hit the streets the second after my social media feed throws them away.