Hanging by a thread.

He's a big star.

I'm a common girl.

He's gotten a thousand fans.

I hardly have any friends.

He is gorgeous.

I am well not exactly that.

He's gotten a career.

I'm still waiting to get selected for college.

He has everything in life.

I don't have a life.

He drives a porche.

I own a bicycle.

He loves food.

I live on noodles. 

I'm his fan.

He doesn't know I exist.

So what happens when he falls for me?

Yea a bunch of popping cherries.