I'm writing at 2 in the morning
In 21 days I'll be in the
s p o t l i g h t. My skin will
burn. My eyes will twinkle.
I will be someone else,
and I will stop breathing for a
day.
They'll be little books and under my name
will be 5 roles, and 5 sentences about
some girl I won't know because I'll be
too deep into character.
Nothing will go wrong.
Yeah, right, that's why I'm crying my
eyes out at 2 am because I'm so s c a r e d.
I have 21 days,
to get my a c t together.