Forgotten Poem by Christen Jeanette Mcelvain

He left me for the price of fame,
but that price of fame makes him look at me kind of strange.
why gain it all for us when its just for you
matter of fact try to understand what im going thru
you got the world but i use to meant that to you
but now your gone and thats something i cant get use to
so if you gain the world and lose me dont worry about it
i guess i wasn't as important as it seem
and your dreams probably no longer fit me
n u are as far gone as the eye can see
but i didn't want you for your fame, jewelry, and things
or someone who wouldn't leave me here forgotten.