Freshly written. I'd sing it but the tune sounds a little plagiarised at the moment (nothing definitive but it has that "familiar" sound). Started with the first line and it quickly became obvious it was somebody famous (no one in particular - I wasn't thinking of anyone as i wrote this) who'd boo-booed somewhere along the line and was getting loads of stick from it from all the keyboard warriors (I'll have to write something with that as a title some time!). She (it could be a he - or an it/them in these strange times - again it's ambiguous but I was feeling a slight female vibe whilst writing it) is responding to them.
It's a sort of observation of how we set people up as celebrities and laud them whilst then attacking and tearing them down on a whim.IVORY TOWER
Who the hell are you to judge me?
Do you live such perfect lives
That you have never slipped your halo?
Nothing's ever black and white
Somewhere in between the pages
There's a twist within the plot
And you with all your omnipotence
Were blind to what was obvious
Don't sit there and claim
That you don't play your games
And the rules change whenever you whim
The sound of the rain
Upon your window pane
Is the sound of your own heart within
You set me up in my ivory tower
You pulled it back down when it reached up too high
You do not care how you misuse your power
This isn't real in the dark of your mind
Once I was you in the mirror
Dreaming of more than I was
And somehow those fickle illusions
Turned into fame has a cost
But you won't back down
With your insecure frowns
It's not fair that the spotlight's not yours
You cannot conceive
That a star cannot grieve
That we're somehow not human no more
You set me up in my ivory tower
You pulled it back down when it reached up too high
You do not care how you misuse your power
This isn't real in the dark of your mind
Your fairy tales fades in my ivory tower
It's not what you think or I thought it would be
You let go my hand in my darkest of hours
You don't see beyond what you all want to see
And so you judge me
INSTRUMENTAL
I sit here alone in my ivory tower
Holding back tears as I sink to the floor
As winter decays the beautiful flower
I wither and fade into nothing once more
But my sins are yours...