I’ll be quiet before the storm
I’ll wait until I hear the wind roar
against my windowpane
But I may not hear it
I’m so used to all this pain
every single day
Trust these words when I say
Karma will eventually have its way..
with your kind of Hollywood someday
Egotistical superficial fools..
Hiding that you’re bruised,
ill and confused
Instead you chose to silence,
then use the abused
With all the tools
they used to create the dark side of you:
Mr. Posterboy for Hollywood
Oh, Mr. posterboy for Hollywood
twice as mangled underneath as all those you tear apart
twice as lucky as some of us from the very start
But somehow we manage to have more of a heart..
while you can’t even take the advice from the songs you spark
Always singing be humble, sit down
Oh I wish I could send people like you on an arc
after you caused the moon to lose its color
a self perceived open mind, closed like all the others…
And my personality comes from being born struggling this way…
Unike you Lady Gaga wannabes can actually say
so take your spoiled attitude and drive the banks’ Ferrari far away
Before people like me come out, after waiting years to play
And i’ll have my hook, line, and sinker ready
while you’re the one swimming thinking I’m a catfish
But trust me there will come a day
I’ll be the cat, while you become the fish
Keep playing the victim,
Keep playing pretend…
all dressed up in your fancy clothes,
On Sunset Blvd, trying to mend
All that’s missing inside you
Never trying to amend
All the real friends
you left behind
still trying to bend
The light to your will
As your heart runs ahead
on into the traffic…
into the traffic
I’ll be quiet as you look in the mirror
Don’t see the point though, when your reflection is so unclear
Such a reptilian like, lost expression
always breathing your fire, rarely showing any compassion
Then turning even that fire on into ice,
now resurrected as the demon dragon,
Jon Snow didn’t defend
now has to kill twice…
And I’m just trying to walk away like Daenerys
eyes red from all the confusion
have you ever thought for a second
You could be your own created illusion?
Spoiled Hollywood cats with talent
but wasted personalities…
now go enjoy all your fairytale fallacies
you know, the ones you created to avoid the realities
of all the guilt you don’t want to see
instead throw upon bystanders like me
But be sure you can say it in person
Right in my eyes or you better flee
oh nevermind,
Got your hopes up
But now I don’t ever want to see
Undeserving hollow eyes upon me
I wonder how deep all your lies go
Make you plea for your sanity
So sad you threw away all your empathy..
we’re worlds apart because you have no humanity…
I was in the sky then you tried to drown me in the sea
So easy to be another locked up heart with a thrown away key…
So difficult to wear your heart on your sleeve, but no one said it would ever be easy…
Keep playing the victim,
Keep playing pretend…
all dressed up in your fancy clothes,
On Sunset Blvd, trying to mend
All that’s missing inside you
Never trying to amend
All the real friends
you left behind
still trying to bend
The light to your will
As your heart runs ahead
on into the traffic…
into the traffic