You’re built on the drama,
You’re built on the hype.
Your bad habits will break you,
But you’ll stay whole for the night,
Oh for the night.
You live for the moments,
That you can twist in your hands,
All your followers dreams,
All your big, big plans.
Oh all your big, big plans.
Your story will end,
When they finally see,
Your making pretend,
Not what you seem to be.
Your story will end,
When you truly admit,
You’re less than they asked for,
And Can’t make up for it.
This fairytale ends.