Will you miss me when I'm famous, when important people know my name?
Will you think of me Lindsey, back home in Rhame?
Will you think of how much you mean to me, every time you do your math,
Or you Kirsten every time you see a Rubber ducky in a bath,
When I become famous, my name hung in lights so bright,
Will you think of me and the unique way I write?
My tiny little x's meaning I'm close to all of my friends,
But just so you know the memories never end,
Another thing to know is I'm not famous yet,
This is about as far as I will ever get.
Fame's not about where you are in life, that's just a myth,
It all depends on who your with!
