A million bright lights surrounding me.
And I can’t hide behind anything but these shades that’s covering up tears.
Each tear is a crystal ball showing images of what was.
I consider giving all this up somedays; this is a bit much for someone who believes in destiny.
If I give up then what will I be other than a use to be.
Straight jacket all these flashbacks when the triggers are flashing lights.
I’ve always been photogenic, never lacked a photo finish
Even the pain is a portrait to capture no wonder why I have never lost it.
I’m in love with this little thing called pain since it brings me fame.
Eventually all this pain will bring me fame.
I will have a beautiful tragedy to tell, and someone will make me iconic.