Rising Star Pt.2


Clothes blacker then my soul
The only saint with sinful goals
More money, women and fame
Chris of Words, V. Fall is the name
Models in the pictures so perfect
Cars on Westheimer so worth it
Selling out just to afford it
Heart so guarded I know you adored it
I remember when all I wanted was a peace of mind
Back when I had nothing to call mine
Bottle of pills to the head, I was far from fine
Heaven was the goal, gave Life the peace sign
ER for a week because of you
Mental hospital for another one too
Just a taste of everything I’ve been through
Just a taste of why I don’t think finding the one is true


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