When it all gone.
The money.
The houses.
The jewelery.
Will you see this love within me.
I don't want to be treated like a fake celebrity.
Who couldn't attract any interest?
If it wasn't for them being famous.
Not that I'm rich.
Although one day I hope to be.
I'm just wondering.
Would you see the real side of me?
So, when it's all gone.
And I don't have a single thing.
Will your love show?
I just need to know.
When it all gone.
Will your love come through?
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
When it all gone.
The money.
The houses.
The jewelery.
Will you see this love within me.
I don't want to be treated like a fake celebrity.
Who couldn't attract any interest?
If it wasn't for them being famous.
Not that I'm rich.
Although one day I hope to be.
I'm just wondering.
Would you see the real side of me?
So, when it's all gone.
And I don't have a single thing.
Will your love show?
I just need to know.
When it all gone.
Will your love come through?
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