well perhaps tonight
i can fold your fright away
and declare that the stars are i
all the riches and the fame
we can never be the same
so now you'll leave me
just wave our child goodbye
all this time is just fantasy
and i guess i'll just ask reality:
what's left here, was it crafted for me?
have you made a cast?
when i was born, was i handed destiny?
the perfect marriage
with a perfect hand to fit my ring
but i don't have gold
or silver pillars
or my face on magazines
and i can't hand you
the gucci covers
the silk or the magnum steam
but simple, honest longing
a need to fill your eyes
with all the hope of TV shows
not a drama
but a happy ending
a circle void of brutal greed
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