Working in a cage for an applaud,

playing tricks to make’em say Oh! Gosh,

few smile knowing some of my tricks,

others are jealous wanting to use bricks.

Being a star my dull life is played on guitars,

taking questions most of which are bizzare,

my nights pass in the spotlights,

who knows i’m against myself in a fight.

I dreamed to grow  high,

i got away far across with the high tides,

family friends no one is visible,

i have been flying with immense pain and guilt.

I need love which is simple ant true,

not demanding jwelery or a cruise,

a sober life away from camera flash is my next dream,

walking past my glittering shadow dieing within.