He had it all
not a worry one
his life a picture
of nothing but fun
he had all the toys
that one could ever want
and always in public
appearing so nonchalant
Why suicide
whatever was wrong
often it's drugs
that have stolen their song
was having it all
without any limit
the last nail in the coffin
that had taken the spirit
That will live
where does it go
what the hell are they missing
does anyone know
those rich and famous
why so hard pressed
to always appear
as their lives are so blessed
Down deep inside
they lie to themselves
their lives become wasted
the best parts have been shelved
always in character
ever playing their role
in truth they've run aground
on a deserted shoal
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