Fame Game Poem by Misty moon

You should see what i'm wearing to the club this weekend
My outfit is amkin you start freaking
Right now im ready to go to the show
i'm liking your style a little preppy mixed with rock n roll

Are you ready for the fame
That comes with my name?
Are you ready to play the game?

Do wanna hold me?
Do you wanna love me?
When are you going to leave?
Why should you try to believe
Don't worry my lashes are dry
Black tears are what happens when i cry