lonely

She's coming out of the new velvet car
She never knew she'd come in so much
She makes money in NYC without a rush
Look through the years. Who could call her a star?

Her legs go heads above
Her Shit is Your New Gold
You would swear by the God
But now she slays it hard

Remained the same inside,
Look into her tear-stained eyes
Her power shines like daylight
But she is lonely at nights.
Everyone knows and nobody understands
How painful to control her head and hands
You must remember that ideality is lonely