Isn’t it strange how it all happens? All my life, I dreamed about the bright lights and big city. You know they tell you it’s going to be glamorous. And they tell you that you have everything. They tell you you’re lucky. And no one tells you how lonely it’s gonna be. And they don’t tell you, when you’re twirling in front of the mirror as a child, what the papers are gonna say about you some day. Cause they don’t tell you that they’re building you up just to knock you down. But they haven’t yet.
There will be a time when people will stop insulting Taylor and defending her for once? it hurts so much.