and i would never do that <br />back then, but know? <br />every one that did has died <br />they stopped. <br />some come, you ask me how. <br />and in simple truth, i did do that. <br />not to you. <br />why ask me why? <br />glamorized is leather wrapped in lace? <br />are you sure you want to be? <br />it is hot, it is cold, upon the stage <br />where all grow old. <br />and all the faces look the same. <br />when the light is shining down, <br />into your eyes, they see your tears <br />they want more not less you cry. <br />O, 'daddy why, I ever came with you. <br />and in simple truth, fame is but their lies <br />that makes your dreams in sleep <br />come true, for all but not for you. <br />open up your eyes and take a hold of this <br />I'm your scotch and your my cigarette <br />the worlds on fire, come hurry up <br />and we can both, lets put them out. <br />The sea is full of corks they're bobbing <br />out there up and down, thanks to them.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-famous-3/
