Frances
Frances is caught up on looks
Dirty drugs and lazy hooks
Living the life through his idols eyes
Sensitivity is just a disguise
Voices echo and faces blur
Hands melt over where his once were
All this love to give, but none for himself
Love for the art but none for his health
Teaching was impossible
Failure was probable
He fought the odds and how he won
but now Frances is staring down the barrel of a gun
Frances is hung up on tales
How to go out with a bang when you fail
how to be remembered, how to grab fame
How, in years time, he could stay in the frame
Robert had intelligence no school could teach
But there was a darkness, that nothing could bleach
Heralded now as one of the greats
Through stars and shimmers he smiles at his fate
Destiny called and he took the chance
For he knows, in his life, there was only one romance.
He fought the odds and how he won
but now Frances is staring down the barrel of a gun
Have a guess what this is about. I've bolded the clue to help you out.
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