The flash of the bulbs ignite my passion;
screams of people inspire the vogue fashion.
Gifts of dedication infused obsession,
spotlights melt my truth to reveal the lie.
Sometimes the drugs take me beyond the high.
Eyes watch and wait for the expected downfall:
sometimes the cameras just seem that tall.
The flash is filled with lonely not fortune,
bulbs bright kill the soul like a deadly sin:
Fame, Glory, Cash the fake, false grin.