The life of glamour and fame...
But really she lives in shame...
The popularity numbers, are all she knows...
Naked dresses, is all she shows...
She sees the world in pink.
She just doesn't really think.
The hottest guys, she knows how the find.
But for all the sauffer in the world, she's blind.
Her fake friends she can't tell everything.
Her fake friends, woouldn't dare to tell her, that she can't sing...
In the end she will hate her fake life...
And end it with a knife...
She doesn't better,
Al she knows is her fake life, so let her...
I dare to tell the truth,
She couldn't...
I dare to be myself,
She wouldn't...
If popularity is all,
How come it is so many people their fall?
How come she always needs to cry?
How come she always needs to lie?
Fake and fame?
Isn't it the same?
Being famous?
Ain't this world just shamelous?