The Rocker

Broken piano melody
On repeat.
He just lets his troubled life fill the remedy.
Though he feels so defeat.

Cigarette buds all over.
Broken beer bottles,
Fill the floors,
Like a carpet.
White smoke clouds all over,
As he sparks it.

He sang for the crowds a few hours ago.
Now he's alone..
Only his thoughts to echo.
Crucifying his beliefs in to black hole.

Like guitar chords,
He falls into place.
Time to change that face
Now,
He has millions of fans to see his Rocker Face.