The warm amber eyes were deceiving
Story of a love so true to be fake
Tales of woes, rigged with thorns
Days of tears, sorrowful, fear fill family
And then none, none was left of her.
Gorgeous walk, Diana incarnate
Loving smile, clean skin, wet lips
Born before the ages as a goddess
What, how, when can we approach
Eyes so warm, you blush.
A home in disarray is what they get
A trust in the sink, there reward
The silver screen has made us believe perfect
While they suffer the consequence
Broken marriage littered Beverly Hills
Children morally wrong, but rich.
On the street, by the tapes
There words rings in unison
Viewers, fans, mind your cup of tea
While each night, there demon repeat
Brokenhearted, shattered dreams, lost identity
Can there ever be a gain in this vanity?.
The warm amber eyes shed tears
Most comical of all, heads bowed
The rich also cries........ inside Bugatti
The screen glitters there skin
While the night eats the darkness of there soul
At the break of a new day, each ask
Can there ever be a gain in vanity ?