The problems, I had, were long before

I found fame, when my talent you saw

That was where, I chose to hide

The face that you see, pain still inside

The press, watching my every move

It wasn’t my talent, I had to prove

They wanted to know, all about I

What made me tick, or, what made me cry

That was the problem with finding fame

The life, I had, was never the same

Others wanting, to know who you are

My lyrics, will tell you, of what is, so far

My fans, I know understood me

It’s always!! others, that wanted to see

If when I was out, I’d stumble or fall down

So, they would follow me, all around town

All, that I wanted, some moments of peace

Or going out, to get some release

Away from the pressures, that fame can bring

All my fans wanted, was to hear me sing

I could only produce, when I felt inspired

Thinking too much, made me so tired

If the songs were not there, I couldn’t create

The pressure to do it, left me in a state

It’s always the one’s, who saw me as Bad

Making me hide away & made me sad

Now, my time is done, I had to leave

Others, will still find, a story to weave

They’ll look for reasons, why I’m not there

Some, will be fiction, which isn’t fair

I cannot fight back, now I am gone

But, if they’d, not done me wrong

And, had only, just let me be

And, try to see, the good in me

I may, still be there, now!!

For..Amy..Whitney..Michael..Jimi..Jim & Kurt..the list..goe’s on & on..

Copyright © William Gregory 2012

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