Authors Note: The idea JUST popped into my head. I was listening to the song, and all of the sudden it hit me. So sorry if it sucks. Plus it's my first. Enjoy (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Claire Lyons, the Clique, or Ferra's Hollywood's not America. (:
Born Helena Jane
With a restless soul
She moved west to California
Became a centerfold
Claire Lyons stopped and paused for another round of pictures. The camera's flashed and clicked away.
But once you change your name
Well the pieces fall
Now she hardly recognizes herself at all
She always wanted to be famous. Until she met the Pretty Committee.
And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all
They were gone. Still in precious Westchester. Living their life like they always wanted to.
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
Oh yea
Acting was her escape. To make her forget that one night when her life fell apart.
And everybody here's
from somewhere else
You can make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself
And you can take the heat will your heart grow cold
They say acting's just pretending, but even that gets old
Forget her old friends. Forget what they did. Forget everything.
And there's never any rain, whe n you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all
She seemed happy. She was like America's teen idol. She had it all, the fame, the fortune, even the designer clothes she had always envied.
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
She hated it all. The paparazzi, fans, and all fake people she met. How everyone pretended everything was perfect. She needed out. She couldn't live like this. In regrets. Sorrow. Misery.
And I know what you do when
I know that you
You can be anything you want to be
She got out of her limo, and walked towards her private jet. This would the hardest thing she'd ever done.
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
Hollywood's not America
It's not America
She was going home.