I Want To Be Famous

You see you never really understood,

How closed your mind to the wealthy neighbourhood.

Vicious eyes follow you through magazines,

But tabloids lie and honesty isn't always as it seems.


The world's possession, your followers decreed,

Your oath to fame, from solitude you recede.

Yet the burden of besotted love, weighs heavy on your soul,

One mishap and it's back to rehab, where prophesies unfold.


You paint your face with a thousand lies,

And tell your story through the world's vacant eyes.

But no one cares about your feelings.

A happy smile shows the world you aren't afraid,

But the tears you hide contradict the reputation you portray –

It's not worth revealing.


I want to be famous,

Have my name across big billboards.

I want to be famous,

But I don't think it's worth living for.


Standing tall, you represent the American Dream,

But your wall crumbles down when no one's there to see.

Wrinkles hidden by your plastic face,

Capture the essence of your elapsing age.


You accept that time has set a date for you,

But pray that death will still wait for you.

Not ready to pass on your ambitious life,

Yet you drink the poison as you wield the devil's knife.


The charities you attempt to endorse,

Receive small donations for a worthy cause.

Millions by the hour, your pay check you receive,

As you pity others who dwell in poverty.


I want to be famous,

Have my name across big billboards.

I want to be famous,

But I don't think it's worth living for.


You lie awake as darkness envelopes the midnight's gloom,

As you stare upon the ceiling of your five star bedroom.

You travelled the path that led you astray,

Then you inspired others to travel the same way.


Stuck in the murky water of Hollywood's cold grasp,

You are blinded by flashing lights as you sign autographs.

The layered colours of your life soon morph into plain grey,

As your success turns to nothing, and your limelight fades away.


You lose yourself in the warmth of your booze,

As you fall into the background of the show E! News.

The misty moonlight overshadows your gaiety,

Leaving you as nothing but forgotten memory.


The shattered glass of a celebrity perished young,

You became your misery that fame made you become.


Another child dreams of the future for which they strive,

They come across your movies and start to envy your life.

They walk your shadowed path, and fall along the way,

Unknowing of the tragedy they will experience halfway.


I want to be famous,

Have my name across big billboards.

I want to be famous,

But I don't think it's worth dying for.