Now You’re Famous

You longed to be known and famous.

It happened and now you’re not sure.

The paparazzi are calling

You’re not quite sure what it’s for.

 

You don’t want them knowing your business

You don’t want the fuss anymore.

The trappings of fame are perfidious

You wish you were once more obscure.

 

You can’t put the cork in the bottle

The good life is starting to pall.

The eyes of the world are upon you

You wish you could hide from it all.

 

via Famous