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Paradox

Hollywood Whore

Walking down the street to find more.
Her soul broken to the core,
going through life feeling sore.

Gave herself up for a chance to be a princess.
Now, in Hollywood she has missed it.
Looking in her eyes,
can make a man cry.
She has nothing left but to die.
This whore walking the street
will never feel what it is to fly.

Coming here from very far
wanting to be a great star.
Only to be turning tricks in a car.
Stuck in the grasp of life's tar.

I look at this whore
wanting to do more.
My car passes her by and I will see her nevermore.
All she is and ever will be
is a Hollywood whore.