Darling, it's the aftermath of what you started
Was the fame worth it?
Your image tarnished
You're not really known for what you wanted
They got you hooked on that strong stuff
Mentally drunk and high
Poisoned with superficial lies
You don't have to explain but please answer Why?
Why did you kill your soul?
For a nod of approval or for something so much more?
Your inner self starving and deprived,broken ,cast aside.
They persuaded you. Yes they forced you too
Promised you existential fame yet you're drawn as a fool
Once again in the corner singing the teenage regret blues.
-Chapter song; Relapse by Anna Clendening.
