Fame can be your pain

Been there, done that, got the emotional scars to prove it. That chapter's slammed shut, collecting dust on a shelf I ain't touching. What's the point of digging up old bones? Nostalgia's a trap, a mirage that leaves you thirstier than before. Let's be real, some memories are best left to rot. Seriously, I'd rather eat glass than relive those days. She was a hurricane in a skirt, leaving nothing but wreckage behind.