Okay so way back then, when
I wasn't good  and would just pretend
I had stardom that bigger than anyone could comprehend
even when
my biggest
was my little blue pen
that never gave in
even when
I caught my second winds
chasing my dreams
Found followers in the end
Driven by a passion
that will never end
fueled by the energy
Sharing my feelings
felt by all of them
Don't even know my name
But feelin the exact same
So different in appearance
But it's more apparent
We are all the same
Cause they feel what I am saying
And like the pain
I am chasing believers
Forget the fame
or end up a lame
lose myself to sir prize
And kiss my fan base good bye
Cause my album gets low buys
Fall victim to system
Instead of living my life
I rather have 1000 likes
Then contract a contract;
The disease that instantly ruins an artist for life.