I’m her lucky star,
I burn fast the silver camera light,
Parading me around in her car,
My little fingers gripping my contract papers,
Holding on with all my might,
She cuts the pastry they gave me into quarters,
My cheeks are getting too round for the photos,
7 years old, already a star,
Hit the wall of adolescence too fast and too hard,
I’m not perfect anymore,
My skin covered in red asteroid craters,
My light burned out before I learned to shine,
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
I’m her lucky star,
I burn fast the silver camera light,
Parading me around in her car,
My little fingers gripping my contract papers,
Holding on with all my might,
She cuts the pastry they gave me into quarters,
My cheeks are getting too round for the photos,
7 years old, already a star,
Hit the wall of adolescence too fast and too hard,
I’m not perfect anymore,
My skin covered in red asteroid craters,
My light burned out before I learned to shine,
