You think it’s magic,
like I was born with glitter in my veins,
You chase the shine,
but darling, envy leaves a darker stain.

Your life's a script with no direction,
a plotless play, a sad distraction.
You sneer at me from shadowed seats,
but I’m the show; the main attraction.

The lights adore me,
my heels are power on this stage,
While you sit there bitter,
burning with a secondhand rage.

You crave the crown,
but couldn’t stand the weight,
So here you pout,
a hater dressed in stolen fate.

Applause rains down like sweet seduction,
while you dissolve in self-destruction.
Watching from the balcony tonight
you’ll never reach this kind of high.