Famous

I'm not sure of why i wrote this, or where the idea came from. I think it might have something to do with me being irritated at myself because i never work hard enough to accomplish the things i want to accomplish in life.
Not that i want to be a musician, not really. So the text is about one person, not two. Kapish?



Oh how i wish i could play the guitar
Then i wouldn't have to sing a different tune everytime
I could play the same melody
Not overwork my fantasy
And everyone would know this song
And I'd be famous
Rich and strong
Not like you
You're sitting at home, doing nothing
While i am plotting
How to climb the charts.

I win
I win
I am cooler then you!
I get to sign stuff
And go on a tour
Everyone is screaming when i enter the stage
While you are imploding with rage. Right?
I hope you're imploding with rage..

I have to wear sunglasses
You do it for show
I'm so famous i can't even go for a stroll
You hate me
I pity you
Even though we've never met
All because you are not famous yet.

I glimpse you at the back in the audience one night
It's easy to see that you clearly stand out
You're not in the crowd
You're standing alone
And I'm feeling somehow
That you won.

And you're feeling somehow that i won.