Fame is Fickle

I bet that you just love all those flashing lights,
Bet you don’t know that they keep me up at night,

You revel in playing all those pointless games,
But all you do is give them someone else to blame,

Well, you know I love you,
But you’ve gone a bit too far,

I don’t want to be,
The one to bring the bad news,
I don’t want to be,
The one to foresee your doom,
But you’re just, too in love,
With the lights and the fame,
They’ll pick you up when it’s good,
And drop you again,

I watched with care as you clawed your way to the top,
And now you’re there, you don’t want this to stop,

Leave the front door, there they are, well, strike a pose,
You’re at your high, but afterwards will be a low,

Well, you know I love you,
But you’re just too big a star,

I don’t want to be,
The one to bring the bad news,
I don’t want to be,
The one to foresee your doom,
But you’re just, too in love,
With the lights and the fame,
They’ll pick you up when it’s good,
And drop you again,

There’s never such a thing,
As everlasting fame,
I know after some time,
Popularity will wane,
I don’t want to have to be the one,
To pick up the pieces,

I don’t want to be,
The one to bring the bad news,
I don’t want to be,
The one to foresee your doom,
Surely soon, you will see,
That everyone’s the same,
They’ll pick you up when it’s good,
And drop you again,