Can someone help me comprehend - how my wanting to have friends - is now this monster that i feed? It's popularity i need. When people think that im the deal - it helps me feel like I am real - but I think I lost the me - looking for the star machine. I dont want any part of it! Everything is here today gone tomarrow - big star machine. Ricky Martin or Menudo - big star machine. VH1 "where are they" follows - big star machine. How could I have been so shallow? big, big star machine. Could someone help me comprehend - how I came to judge my friends - on a scale of trendiness - and somehow I love them less? Not as hip as they could be - through the eyes of star machine - It's a dumb philosophy - to judge by popularity - I dont want any part of it.

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