Ain’t the pictures enough, why do you go through so much, To get the story you need, so you can bury me. You’ve got the people confused, you tell the stories you choose, You try to get me to lose the man I really am. You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy, won’t you just let me be ‘cause you cameras can’t control, the minds of those who know, That you’ll even sell your soul just to get a story sold.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 23:57:57 +0000
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