The stars will make you into their muse

Sprinkle a little of this and maybe you'll make the evening news

I know its surreal, it seems like a dream

They'll keep you strung by any means

Drunk off the hype, it feels serene

Ever since you've been become a different person

You've become sporadic, a melancholic dispersion

Your dilemma, your anticlimactic corrosion

Congratulations, this is what you wanted

Now you'll be in the spotlight

Oh I hope you do alright

Or maybe not

Now you've crash and burn because you want to be a star in the sky

The silly truth is because you have stars in your eyes

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