I can’t speak your name anymore cause it has transformed into someone you’re not.

And I hope that your lack of self love has been fixed by receiving love from the world. 

But it doesn’t really work like that, does it? 

It has become so important for you to feel important.

You breath it now, live on it now.

Don’t you feel like a waste of space?

You see, 

before you lived in sandcastles built on empty foundations,

before they crowned you a king,

you had royalty in your spine. 

And you shouldn’t have to be painted in gold for people to see the glitter in your screwed up soul. 

You don’t sleep like you used to anymore.

And it’s all rock and roll until they kill you babe. 

Wear seven condoms, don’t be human, become your name, find famous friends. 

Yes baby, you’re doing all the wrong things right. 

For one last time, 

lets fuck each other good

and treat each other bad. 

If we’re Franc, I know thats really not your Style, if we cut the bullshit of you being a Sharming man, and get back to you saying ”I’d rather be broke with you baby than living their lives”, don't you see? Don’t you hear something that is louder than them screaming your name?

It goes ” fuck fame, fuck fame”.

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F.E.W 27/10-15