You’re gold?
Yeah gold plated
What’s underneath your skin?

Abbreviated 
Silence longing 

Life sold cheap

You reap what you know 

Selling yourself

Where is it getting your mental health?

To be a make up covered scar

Instead of a star

Chain smoking to fill your time

Life is lived through the eyes of grime

We are in your little band

Miserable we still don’t understand 

Life in conflict makes a good story

You tell yourself I don’t want to be ordinary

Debt ridden though and poor

You’re fighting your invisible war

and yet the people and the politicians don’t care anymore

You tell yourself it’ll get better
The glass half full to aspire

Lights your fire 
are you burning bright

Or burning away.