im the narrator in the story of my life
but you have the starring role
i hope you get blinded by red carpet lights
when im watching you on tv (acceptance speech blues, baby)
i hope the words are like glass shards in your mouth
because every note from your lips
is a knife to my wrist
the day you won over the crowd is marked
on my calender with a big black cross
this is not a school girl crush-
just a story from a Kid that wants to warn you-
this Story isnt for the faint at heart
these America's Suitehearts and
Prima Donnas Of The Gutters and
Front Cover Honeys arent role models for your children
so lets start a new fad
of getting back at those who stole your well deserved limelight
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