Fame

It’s you, so of course it’s perfect

And in even in defeat you are above

It is not a sin if it is not condemned

And you’re so lovely its excusable

How does it feel to be alive?

You’re so accepting but so better

How does it feel to be in love?

Everyone wants it, but you have it

It’s lust every second of every day

For the touch and untouchable

You may play it off so well

But they know that you know

Posing is poison for every broken heart

But don’t act sick when your face is in lights

And don’t ask for it back when you have given it all away

Cause your life is their life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this about watching someone taking off.

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