For the Love of a Well-Known Rock Icon Part II
I could sit here all alone and listen to her voice forever and ever, especially as she sings that one song, her silky smooth but jagged voice breaks my heart. I've betrayed her. She trusted me, loved me even, and what did I do? I threw it all in her face, I took her love for granted and now that it's gone I miss it more than I've missed anything in my life. She was the one, the one for me, I never really believed in soul mates and I know it sounds like such a tired and worn out cliche but when I met Hedwig I knew she was my soul mate. We connected, clicked, I fell in love, I think she did too. And what did I do? I stole her songs, fucked her over bigtime. It was jealousy that drove me to it, she was the one with the talent, the voice, the amazing poetic songs. So I stole them, I know, a cuntish thing to do, well that's me, I'm just one big money hungry cunt. Being famous was amazing, I felt ontop of the world, unstoppable even. But all good things must come to and end, I was a star for fifteen minutes and now I'm all burned out. Hedwig has the fame now, and she deserves it. I screwed everything up because of my own greed and envy. I wanted fame and I got it. And as I sit here listening to her sing, as I sit here after losing my stardom, I wonder, was it worth it?