Another Hollywood ProducedStar

You can't just dismiss the blood dripping from your fingertips
Because you slit every wrist that held your hand along the way
You can tell me that burnouts are just meant to burn
But we both know better than that
All my life I never saw one like you survive for long
So fragile that you crack yourself all the time
Leaking the gasoline from your veins
You're always asking how to act in a situation like this
I can't tell you who to be, just be someone else
Heaven knows you'll just cry
Always the one to put on a show till it all goes wrong
I could write a book full of your mistakes
Make a memoir of them and sell it to Hollywood
Though you'll never be happy until you destroy yourself