I’m doomed to be Doomed to be your shadow. Wherever you go I’m doomed to follow.
I’m doomed to live In your limelight. I’m doomed to stay ten yards behind And out of sight.
I’m doomed to peek In your windows. Wherever you go I’m doomed to go.
I’m doomed to watch. And I’m doomed to wait. I’m doomed to wonder, Plan, and contemplate.
And for reasons you never, Ever could understand You’re doomed to die By my hand…
For as long as I can remember I have been concerned/disturbed by our relationship with “celebrity”. There are a great many reasons for this.
While getting ready for a shower at the age of fourteen, I was reflecting on one of the avenues of concern and began singing a song. It was very long and a whole story, but most of that is lost to time.
This is what survived the test of time. Too bad I have no good way to impart melody, as this one is a bit bland without it. Ah well.