Try Not To Trip On the Catwalk
Envious of his strut down the catwalk
if only I could be like him
with shining stars around my face
and an audience glaring
I'll be on that catwalk one day
with torn shoes and empty dreams
and no shoulder to cry on but my own.
I'll be as confident as you pretend to be, one day.
But mine won't be as FAKE.
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