The Legend.

You are my fans,
you all adore me,
the wavering crowd,
all screaming for me.

The lights coming up,
dissolving the dark.
The hands beat together,
my heart starts to spark.

This is what I lived for,
the intention to please.
Not the fairytale themepark,
or mercedes-benz keys.

You gave me letters,
you gave me fame,
you gave a meaning,
to fit my name.

I realise now,
I could never return,
the fiery love,
that caused me to burn.

I tried to be perfect,
God knows I tried.
I scratched myself white,
I shook and I cried.
I took my pride,
I cast it aside,
and when none of this worked,
you heard that I died.

The climb to perfection,
will drag you through pain.
So you knock back pills,
'till you feel it again.

Claim I was mental,
that I was on crack.
I made no steps forward,
trying to give back.