it’s your public persona
we all get to see
somehow you are trapped
can’t seem to break free
they judge you and write
all the juicy things about you
little do they know that
what they read isn’t true
tomorrow your images
will be in the paper
you vow not to read it
but will hear about it later
when you fall in love
half the world know about it
when you stumble, fall down
it’s funny as if they never trip
tonight, you just wave and smile
and act is if all this doesn’t phase you
but little do they know
this is not the real you
they judge the tiny fraction
about your public life
but there’s nobody to turn to
when things aren’t right
when you have problems
who’s there to turn to
who is in it for the money
and whose words are true
tonight, all the glamor
the cameras, the glitz
no longer mean so much
as they once did
when you had the hunger
to be famous and rich
you no longer crave
the fakeness and glitz
but somehow you maintain
hang in there with prescription drugs
escape from it all, from yourself
and the sobering truth
you hate the red carpet
the smiles, never genuine
you sense that one day
this life will do you in
