Stick and stones

My heart actually bleeds for the people in the press
They can’t hide a bad day or if they feel a mess
They have a talent they choose to share with the us
 Having to deal with what’s come along with it, all the silly fuss
People will say we deserve to know 
What right do they have it’s there personal life,  not for show
People will say well they get lots of money
It doesn’t mean we can abuse there lives,  making there day dark,  not sunny

They are only human after all
The media and press love to watch them fall
It’s sad to see, and hatred shown
Because of jealously,  spreading hate via phone 
They give up abit of them for the public’s pleasure 
They are either hated or become a national treasure 
But you can see it’s not easy living your life in big brother 
Can’t even nip the shops or spend time with a lover

Because the papers and people think we own people like objects 
Not caring about the hearts and there hard working projects 
Give them some space and let them live
They are just doing a job they love,  I hope they can forgive