Our joy can sometimes mean sorrow for those in the public eyes. They sing, they act, they make us happy. But we never really care how our curiosity affect their privacy. They shine, they flourish, they are our super star. Our interest can burn them to death.
I am viewed by a million eyes
That won’t see I am crawling
I am so high but cannot rise
Beyond my inner soul trawling
My dream beam more faces
And stares prying what are left
Yes, I’ve won all the fame races
But chained to humanity’s depth
My life you savor in your living room
When I am searching for a place to hide
Feigning good life in this personality boom
Even though I can’t feel my pride
No one really sees my point of view
You smile but your mind is questioning
But all I could do was entertain you
Maybe I’ve lost my reasoning
But I am a superstar
Trailed by your lime lights
You say I am going far
But can I face the night?
I can’t see where I belong
Perhaps obsessed with my greed
But this is taking much too long
But I can’t… can’t wait to be freed
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