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Cry for help.
You never wanted fame, it was something that came
Out of nothing,
It sprung up when you were least expecting
A field of bright red poppies
That thunder of applauds
And the spotlight stalked you
The crowds adored you
And the media sold you
Like a piece of meat
Your face selling glossy magazines
Everywhere.
And your cry for help, that we couldn’t make out’
Sounded like nothing to worry about
Well isn’t it what anyone normal would want
Is there anything worse than dying unknown
And you were so fiercely protective
And you were so sensitive
And you were wrapped in plastic
And you were packaged away
They say it does nothing to live in regret
But the mind moves on, the heart doesn’t forget
In some far off land, in some lucid dream
You were mine
You were mine
You were mine.
