Rough draft - any comments appreciated
Headline in the paper about a fallen star
Hooked on drugs and alcohol
But driving their flash car
Kids are with there nannies
There partying all the time
Leaving in a fantasy whilst drinking gin and lime
I think about my life and how it could have been.
Is it to late to make a change
After everything l've seen
I am getting older, my time is ruining by
l'll just continue what l'm doing
I'm not gonna try
It gets harder every single day, wonder if stars feel the same
Is there to much responsibility
To be perfect so it seems
With Members of the public trying to get inside those dreams
Followed every single day, even at the park.
With photographers out lurking
Even in the dark
It comes as no surprise to me
To hear about a star
Who's hooked on drugs and alcohol
But drives a big flash car
Are they really happy
Or are they sad inside
Are they looking for the lime light
Or just somewhere to hide
