For as long as I can remember, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be famous
To be remembered when you're gone
For years and years
To have your name on billboard
To have everything you've ever dreamed of
But I guess growing up makes you realize being famous isn't what it seems
Everything that's going on behind the scenes is enough to ruin the love for publicity
I want to do what I love
And I want to be good at it
I want people to appreciate what I do for them
I want to be heard
I want to help someone
That's all I could ever ask for
I've never been this lost in my entire life
But I'm trying to hang on
To just think of tomorrow
Nothing else
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ПоэзияA glimpse of what the actual hell is going on inside my brain. "Sometimes words cannot form sentences" ( p.s. this isn't worth reading )
