Hollywood's Not America
Give me fame.
Give me fortune.
Give me dreams.
Hollywood is a lot of things to a lot of people. To some, a place where dreams come true, a place where a girl next door can become the next centerfold, a farmer with a dream can build a corporation, and sometimes it’ll happen for them. Sometimes people get lucky and watch their dreams manifest into something more, into something beautiful and worthwhile.
For others, well, the story isn’t so sweet. After years of schlepping their shit around, most just fizzle out. Like shooting stars, all it takes is one blink to lose everything. Innocence becomes corruption, virtue becomes sin and life becomes nothing more than just another night passed out on the beat up linoleum floor of your overpriced piece-of-shit apartment.
In the city of dreams, for every one that’s realized, a million die.
You have no idea what it takes to make it in this town where only the strong survive, and neither did Lyric Manning, that is—until everything crumbled beneath her.
Give me sympathy.
Give me tragedy.
Give me alcohol.
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I don't own All Time Low or any of the lyrics used in this story! However, I do own Lyric Manning and all other original content! (:
Give me fortune.
Give me dreams.
Hollywood is a lot of things to a lot of people. To some, a place where dreams come true, a place where a girl next door can become the next centerfold, a farmer with a dream can build a corporation, and sometimes it’ll happen for them. Sometimes people get lucky and watch their dreams manifest into something more, into something beautiful and worthwhile.
For others, well, the story isn’t so sweet. After years of schlepping their shit around, most just fizzle out. Like shooting stars, all it takes is one blink to lose everything. Innocence becomes corruption, virtue becomes sin and life becomes nothing more than just another night passed out on the beat up linoleum floor of your overpriced piece-of-shit apartment.
In the city of dreams, for every one that’s realized, a million die.
You have no idea what it takes to make it in this town where only the strong survive, and neither did Lyric Manning, that is—until everything crumbled beneath her.
Give me sympathy.
Give me tragedy.
Give me alcohol.
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I don't own All Time Low or any of the lyrics used in this story! However, I do own Lyric Manning and all other original content! (: