Step on the stage, the lights, the praise. The curtain calls and the big parade. I know that life all too well. The promise, the pain, the valor, the rage. Hold up my hands for the bow and the wave. I know its touch a little too well. I throw yourself into their arms. Mistresses have all the fun. But no one's ever there to take me home. Box up my gloves and my down coats. Bound for the sun and the west coast. Where upper-crust tragedies abound. A tip for the girl at the coat check. The guy at the door and the bar back. They know my face oh so well.

But movies never made me famous. All my dreams got lost or traded. And all I ever cared about got lost.

But you were surely still an actress. All the men would find attractive. And all you ever dreamed of was the clost.

Where there's gold, there's a gold digger.

im confused.

getting my life back on trach this march.