So tell me now
After all the money
And the fame
Who still loves you
Who calls you now
That you are out and cold
Who wants you now
That you have nothing to give
Who’s first thoughts are you

Who was I before this all
Who picked you up when you fell
Did I mistake you for something worthy
should I gotten the scars from you
And fallen into sickness for
Your health and wealth
When you couldn’t commit yourself to me
Because I wasn’t glorified by others?
The way you wanted?
Because I never let fame
rob me of my love.

Light from Lita
See you soon


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