Zoe

I face terrible shame, no star could refuse, curate outrageous fame, you might wonder why, they speak of godly virtue, those who up hold right, this is no mug's game, the TV blares its news, they'll bow for anything, I see all their spies, fashioning golden scoops, beneath a crass disguise, sunshine shows my way, what is there to lose hope is ours to create, it's why fools don't try, am i just so stupid, tired of airy butterflies, am going to shed the blame, put it down to doom, take a drink the same, lay out all my truth.