Watched

Night after night this felling of hope and happiness come to me but then the sun comes up and reality sets in. I'm never getting out of hear, I'm stuck In my purse Hell.
I Slowly roll out of bed knowing I'm being watched And walked to the bathroom to take a shower still being watched I brush my teeth and get dressed still being watched,
I look around and people out side looking in taking pictures and they broke in my house at some ponth and put this webcam in all rooms in my house. As I'm taking them down I think Once again this is my purse Hell, I find all of they there's fifty this time more ever time I can't open the to if I do the more pictures will taking.
I look for my keys but there no where to be fond but all my cars are there and nothing in the house is missing.
I put my expense sunglasses on walk to the door pull it open all i see are the flashing light of cameras as I get in my new expense car and drive fast still felling like I'm being watched.
But when your fame-mess that's what you get