Deliver your best clichés,
 present me with your "heart",
tell us how your hard life
is "ripping you apart".

 Your limelight dreams compiled,
tick all the boxes,
don't test the rules. 

Deliver your heavy heart,
mirror the man before you,
swiftly prolific,
saying nothing specific.

It's easy to shine like a star
but there are millions of suns
a thousand light years apart. 

Think of 
Burn. Burn. Burn. Burn 
Burn. Burn. Burn. Burn 
Burn. Burn. Burn. Burn
Burn. Burn. Burn. Burning

Because a star has never done that before. 


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