She always wanted to be someone with her picture in the magazines,
The things she had to do to reach there would be considered obscene.
Cast an impression on the couches of some unfamiliar faces,
Who promised her a life that would look like a night from Vegas.
Through some hard choices she finally attained that status.
But now she's driving too fast in her Ferrari on the road to greatness.
She's making all the wealth, loving all the fame.
Snorting all the drugs, forgetting all the pain.
Inhaling all the smoke, feeling far from sane.
blood turning white from all the cocaine in her veins.
Cracking a little every night like she's made out of clay.
Sport cars in the garage but no family in the frame.
With the finest wine in her hand she roams her mansion feeling lonely and insane.
Years have passed away but still trying to feel the same,
She got blessed with some luck but was not so lucky with her fate.
She's trying to get her life on track,
But that train is very late.
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Still Young
PoetryThis depicts the long life story of a woman in just some short lines. Its about this woman who makes it big after a lot adjustments & struggling. But while she was busy blowing all her money and drowning in drugs and liquor, the thing she forgot to...
