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You're a little hypocritical you see,
You act ever so loving.
But only for the public eye,
When you're alone, to you I'm nothing.
It's all a show that you put on,
So lets push the curtain aside
If it profits you not, you're gone
All those pretty words you said, were lies.
The broken ones are left with no hand to hold,
They fall back into their past, they grow cold
You only helped to bring attention to yourself
But once you had what you wanted,
You threw them on the shelf.
Tell me, dear, does it bring you joy?
To use manipulation in your little ploy?
To break so many hearts of those,
Who wanted so badly to be chose
You smirk, because that's just the way it goes.
I'm not sorry to say I won't fall for you game,
And I won't help you on your race to fame.
When it all crashes in on you, you've only yourself to blame.
I won't let you lead me or show me how,
This is your last show, so take a bow.