The Hollywood Dream just makes me blue


I'm tired of embarrassing myself

I'm doing everything but I'm not even good at one thing

I just want to go home and stay alone

The Hollywood Dream just makes me blue

We force ourselves to do it

No call never has been returned…

Why did we exchange our freedom for a lead role in a cage?

Maybe I'm not good enough or you’re not smart enough

I'm walking down this boulevard to get somewhere

I'm trying to get somewhere to exist and be someone

I'm trying to be a story teller and express myself

Like a shooting star bleeding in the emptiness of time

But year after year...

Fading what's real for a quick shine on the brainless screen

What do we really found?

The Hollywood Dream just makes me blue..

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