Of stardom and broken dreams
In this big mansion she sits with chandeliers brightly lit staring into the mirror ahead, not recognizing who she sees Outside the moon fades lost amongst a million faces strangely familliar yet unfamilliarin many ways The lights shines in remaining in a dream why does no one wake her up? Lost, in a image sewn by ambitions of this lost girl In her sedan she sits, thinking with candles flickering where is that girl of once yonder past she has been, consumed by lust that perfect smile seen how long has that lie been?tears trickle down tears of a lost identity and they say if i were herwould i not be the happiest person in the worldWho is that she sees staring quietly at her that little girl with the bear do i know her? The girl behind the mirror The girl in the sedan The girl lost in a dream Sewn by broken aspiratoins that little girl with the teddy bear who is that girl she sees? lost in an image, in a dream
where there is no one around
to wake her up
Labels: Another day thinking