She
She...
she... she's sure she's made it. she's sure she's great.
she bursts on stage, the curtains fade. life defined, her purpose, fame
such a perfect baby. worthy of hanging up the worth which made me
those were the days. worsened gaze. see her now through a verse of angst
use curbs to aim. sure to slay. able to kill like the curse of Cain
deities first Kurt Kobain changing crimson clouds to purple rain
birthed her greatness, earned her fame. she murdered what i worked to save
she hurt my name. tainted. was heard of great, now burned and plagued
she turned of age, became victim to the turbulence that ensures success
her early work was first addressed as perfect, it obscured the rest
the plaques nailed up make a perfect setting, they're surely weapons
from pure and blessed to luring the next maturing generation blurred with sex
her innocence, the first of deaths. the difference is in her regrets
or lack there of, in a certain sense. each twerk encourage worsened credit
my black haired pumpkin, you hurt my head. hope those crutches found her
i saw her slumping down from the culture shock of what busts around her
shes a nasty slut on stage like a vulture, stalking and thrusting downwards
i struggle as a father watching her rub herself as her tongue flicks proudly
watched her climb and fall. my leeway is the highway. i am done with doubting
so now i slum it out in a shameful waste making tons from her blackened ways
i'll just slumber out my days cause it's clear to me that she can't be tamed
flail my hands in blackness, i fail to grasp the masses and the crap they take
it's the same old fable, mask yourself and act insane for the chance of fame
and when you finally have it, pray that you can erase all its hand restraints
realize you cannot break them, descend from whats sane as your saddle breaks
and one day you'll pass away regretting the many mansions your past created
what am i saying? don't cast away, no activation
just imagine every time they chant your name, its the laugh of Satan
be aware, despair will hang you, so make sure your path is sacred
the greatest pain is when you can't contain your families flame
beware of danger. practice, and lastly, prepare to mask the hatred
if i learned anything from Hannah Montana, it's to act courageous.
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