matt fromm - Is it really gone?

Fruit cakes in alleyways. Starving actors for pay.
Mixed in the shuffle of the city. That is to say the billboardians.
You walk down L.A. streets
You feel the sweat on your hands and the cold on your neck.
You see rainbows on bumpers and doors slamming shut.
And hazy orange glow provided by lamp posts
The comfortable stare of a stranger on a bike
And the fear of seeing someone you know.
The dream still follows you
Though once gold and pure, young and innocent
Now darkened and scarred, dirty and desperate
It still follows you
300 bosses and none of them use their real name.
They don't care about you, only the show.
You take it on the chin and get told your finished
Your light in the pocket and about to snap
Solitude in liquid then solitude in smoke
Your with the love of your life
And still have the aches and pains for a good old slut.
The days of James Dean are over, they ran away.
I just wan't my self back.

matt fromm

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