Fake Your Way to Fame.

The flashing bulbs.
The flashing lights-
Won’t last.
The writers are about to kill you
Off the cast.
So get out,
While you can.
And get out fast.

You faked your way to fame.
Lies and truth
They’re all the same.
To get on top, you don’t refrain.
This life is harsh,
Red hands will stain.

You had all but sixty seconds
In that harsh spotlight.
And you’ll go down,
Without a fight,
Centre stage, just ain’t so grand.
And you’ll never understand.
When your love is just a fad,
And your luck is just plain bad.

The walk of fame?
Nothing but the walk of shame.