Critically self important and tanned to a t
Lights, camera, handsome, this is all you wanted to be
You bleed in the pages inside magazine print
A sheep in the headlines following all that came before him
The sun beds are empty and it doesn't matter who you are
The price you'll pay is hefty cause reality killed the star
Shake these fools dry, hard earned pockets emptied
But at least your teeth are white and the pay off you get is plenty
But a vote won't save you now, years have passed and you're done waiting
You weep but still keep your eyes on the tv to see who they've replaced you with
He f*cking killed the star
Take me down
And I am dead inside and so are they
This reality nonsense only adds to the young man's decay