She starves herself through the night

Just to find her own experiences to write

She strives for talent and strives for attention

Just to be known by her word inventions

A girl deprived of her own dreams

This great life isn't as great as it seemed

They eat her words slowly - savoring its taste

It's sweet and sorry, but she's been debased

Debased by her own disgusting sin

But the taste of attention was so alluring

Selfish desires want more even to her chagrin

Are there any words for her assuring?