You look like a Hollywoord star
entering like a diva the local bar

In every corner eyes turn to you
from this towns wannabe party crew

You are looking for real trust
but you find just plain disgust

Finally you turn to the man of plenty
asking for a glass of something to empty

Your eyes filled with tears look at him
but all you feel is like a phantom limb

Something gone from your hollow soul
feeling your heart cold as the north pole

Sitting there looking in the mirror
without seeing much clearer

Three sips and the glass is empty
wishing you again were twenty

When the bell rings for final round
you think of things lost and found

A deep sigh comes from your inner body
and you gather the pieces to remain snobby

You rise again as the star you believe to be
and never no never let your tears to anyone see