Glamourous feasts, cameras clicking, there goes another flash
Surgical transformed faces and dull individuals spending cash
Too foolish to see the reality: all that glitters is not gold
Their souls they sold, the gossips an secrets are always told
They crave for a once existing private life and no more strife
Because many amongst them spend night after night with a knife
To their wrists or their throat, many suicide notes they wrote
High in the sky they used to float till death they would quote

Just sumfin real quick y'all...