A small, Unfinished Song for all those fake ass singers.

Wow you sure do got everything figured out don't you?
Awh fuck im laughing
You think you got fans?
You got clones
Your nothing but a coward with a microphone

You've been through it all?
Your life is just so tough?
Yeah, I bet all the money and fame makes it hard to see
You say you would trade this life for anything?
People are starving you bitch
Can you tell me what its like to be hungry
Do I hear that tummy grumble?
Course not, so fuck off
and pull that plastic face out of your ass

You sing like you've been in love
You sing like you've felt hurt
You lip sing and put on a show
Its pretty easy to lie when your safe in the glass box, isnt it?
You say your the shit, Hun i'm not feeling it

And don't you dare let 'be yourself, you don't need to change'
slip through those injected lips
when half of you is plastic, and the other half is shit

Oh! so you can't help it if people love you?
Please, their blinded from the magizenes
and deaf from the whining
You say ' i thank god!' and how blessed you are to be here
Trust me love, this wasn't gods work