Hollywood State of Mind


May I ask for your hand to take me to sleep
Am I not a worthy scribe to the fill the pages with my blood
Reality is for sale while weeds grow through the daily cracks
Go for what hides beyond the hands, the heart knows no lies
Out I am, never a rat in the maze hunting the daily cheese
Tonight, tomorrow, endless days, another chance to impress
Reflection poisons with doubts, the darkness amongst the talent
Oscar case can stay empty, not vanity to prove the masterpiece
Beautiful inside, and out, no words to express exemplary
Believe in the impossible from Beverly Hills to Culver City
Imagine the lifestyle, try, fail, repeat, for her, for screen
Every dream has its daylight, no walls when words are lethal


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