Transcription:
Hotels still open.
Third hour past midnight.
Broken dreams and losing fights.
Hidden scenes, no delight.
Take those broken dreams.
Watch it pull away the seams.
Not everything is as it seems.
Except a woman held captive by
Her life seem so crystal clear.
To everyone, such a dear.
There appeared nothing that needed to be tweaked.
Or any concerned words to be speaked.
To everyone she was a star.
Who shined so bright
and who'd go so far.
But she carried an ugly scar.
It took her on roads she never seen.
Bastardized in her own created fever dream.
In her mission for dopamine