What's the use of giving up on life
When every morning you wake up
And are forced to feel alive
In a make believe world
Lying in wait with its army of shutter bugs
For the celebrity love
To step out of its dazzling bungalow
With a plastic smile on its face,
Too common place
Just like its cosmetic glow.
So many have been waiting in line
Stubborn fools refusing to step aside
Hoping that soon its gonna be their time,
A chance to stand under the spotlight
But love always has other plans
Can never keep it in its pants
Fucks one forever and then moves on to the other.
You may never feature on the cover
Of someone's popular magazine,
Never get to enjoy a ride
In that fancy limousine,
Maybe end up tasting expensive champagne
From the one who's never gonna see you again
Or share a few steamy french kisses
Before gargling them in your mouth
And spitting them away in the breeze.
The bleakness of your future prospects
While clinging on to self respect
Is only as conspicuous
As the forgotten over coat
Left hanging on the dusty coat rack.
Of course you will retaliate
Gather up yourself
Give it a last shot
With whatever you have got,
Start on a clean slate
To be obscured yet again.
Its a big bad world out there
You are just getting your share
Nobody said its gonna be fair
They don't do rescue missions here
No one to notice your burning flare
So go , grab your seat
And don't leave it
For its high time you learnt to play
This mortal game of musical chairs.