Plastic smilles and plastered lies,
Cheap suits,
Smuged lipstick,
Blood on the floor,
And yet we all want more,
We act as if theirs happness in the air,
But when the cameras are off and were off the record they crie,
Do drugs and look at the smog filled city sky,
They all come to make it big,
Yet only so few do,
And we laugh at the TV when the do,
Yet we are all actors,
We all put on plastic smiles,
Use plaster lies,
We pretend,
Lie,
Cheat,
Hope and dream,
We want to make it big,
Because acting is easyer then living
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