• She left her life,
    Packed all her things.
    Went far,far away.
    Only to sing.
    She steps out of a cab,
    And smells the grimy air.
    She didn't know anyone,
    And all they did was stare.
    She found no help,
    No matter how she begged.
    Now she waits tables,
    Struggling to be fed.
    She thinks of why she left,
    Just to follow a dream.
    But when she got here,
    All it does is sting.
    She should of stayed,
    And done all she could.
    But instead she left,
    To the horrible Hollywood.