Fame is rich in compliments
That are cut paper thin
Covering cracks that lie within
Golden is the light that surrounds you
Blinding you to realities glow
Of the gold that doesn’t show
Pieces of you are taken by strangers
As they tag onto your tail
Borrowing light from your comet trail
Loneliness is your bubble
In a room full of people smiling
As they bow down and call you king
Did you envision this at the start
When life was simple and full
Before you felt the lure of fames pull
So as the light fades into dim
Can you find who you used to be?
Be happy without the celebrity?
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
Fame is rich in compliments
That are cut paper thin
Covering cracks that lie within
Golden is the light that surrounds you
Blinding you to realities glow
Of the gold that doesn’t show
Pieces of you are taken by strangers
As they tag onto your tail
Borrowing light from your comet trail
Loneliness is your bubble
In a room full of people smiling
As they bow down and call you king
Did you envision this at the start
When life was simple and full
Before you felt the lure of fames pull
So as the light fades into dim
Can you find who you used to be?
Be happy without the celebrity?
