What happened to the crowd-pleaser inside of you
You had fans
You had fame
You were adored by almost all the girls
Until you plastered a hardening shell on your skin
And turned horendous and ugly
We thought you had a heart
Til plentiful rumors unsurfaced you doing things to a poor little child
Being negilent with you mind
Doing un-godly deads
Hurry and set your heart right
Save a puppy
I wonder if all your acts and due to you being so alone
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