Video Boy
Write my whole life, every page.
Paint my world, land and sky.
Script my lines, every word.
Hold my heart until I die.
I’ll be your James Dean.
I’ll be your hero.
My life became the screen.
I live through video.
Your puppet on a string,
your perfect wind up toy.
You can have everything
I'll be your video boy.
Life becomes art
We’re all canvases from the start.
The real world is just a metaphor.
Don’t fight it anymore.
I’ll be your James dean.
I’ll be your hero.
My life became the screen.
I live through video.
Your puppet on a string,
your perfect wind up toy.
You can have everything
I'll be your video boy.
Living in a world of imitation
Where reality is imagination.
I had my pride, now I’m just a windup toy.
I’ll read my lines and be your video boy.
I’ll be your James dean.
I’ll be your hero.
My life became the screen.
I live through video.
Your puppet on a string,
your perfect wind up toy.
You can have everything
I'll be your video boy.
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