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you become famous overnight,a sensation - a hit!
everyone knows who you are,girls will hang your picture in their bedrooms, lockers.IIyou have your mental breakdown,serve your time,your next film will be released,new record deals signed,and the world will move onIIIthis is the best time of your life.IVbut then you will head downhillonce again, up, down, up, down,it is almost sickening,not enough to keep the tabloids away.Vit is tomorrow,and you turn the tv on.the world has forgotten you,you have returned to 'normal'.at the supermarket, no onewill know your name.
"i am running out of words"it would be easy to tell youwho told me this,but it might also be a lie.i wish more peoplewould realizehow small we are, and howlonely everybody is.could i be lonely with you?it is our secret,one of thoseno one speaks of.until you realize once againhow much we don'tseem to matter one second,but the next,we mean everything.our universe isn't getting any smaller.
the days were long agobefore you had her at hello,she wishedthat if only the sun could learn her name,she would find outhow to love herself.but she took out her claws,fed them to the earth instead,learned to love you.after all,that is what you told her.she hasn't even dreamed of the sun,maybe even forgotten what it looks like,your lie is bigger than you now.
heads up: there's no planet b."the world is a lonely place,"words from your uncleat your grandmother's funeral.i was the only one who never cried,you tell me i'm too old for it now.lost time is already lost,you say there's no usetrying to make up formy mistakes.someone told me i was a mistake.but that was another life.all i know is that i nevercried at our grandmother's funeral.