Rich and Broken

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her
without a glas of wine between her fingers
my my my
as the takes another pill
oh how the sun will sing when her head hits the pillow
cry cry cry
a voice is never too far from her head
but she ain’t heard a single word you said
'cause she’s rich and broken
she’s oh so rich and broken
that’s a part of her that’s yet to be awoken
she rich and broken and she’s mine
you might catch her disappearing
beneath the weight af all the praise she’s hearing
lie lie lie
with first name recognition
she’s a walking fashion fiction getting high
bye bye bye
her cell phones filled with pictures of the stars
'cause she can