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I would not expect you

felt alone in standing north,

better to rise above the clouds

than be a stranger in the crowd.

All that you protected

doesn’t matter anymore,

rather be stripped of all your pride

than watch your dreams be cast aside.

You are caught up

in your gravity.

Glorifying stardom,

singing your own praise.

You live without shame,

you’re digging up a gold mine.

Standing on the sidelines,

watching through a looking glass.

You are not content with

being nameless and unknown.

Trying to rise above the fray,

eager to give it all away.

Some will not admit that

fifteen minutes have expired.

Too much attention much too soon,

don’t see you walking on the moon.

You are caught up

in your gravity.

Bathing in the spotlight,

imitating fame.

You live without shame,

you’re digging up a gold mine.

Standing on the sidelines,

watching through a looking glass.

You are caught up

in your gravity.

Glorifying madness,

singing your own praise.

You live without shame,

you’re digging up a gold mine.

Standing on the sidelines,

watching through a looking glass.