This story about a girl named Evelyn.

Early morning,
she wakes up
Knock, knock,
knock on the door
It's time for makeup,
perfect smile
It's you they're all
waiting for
They go…
"Isn't she lovely,
this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…

She's so lucky,
she's a star
But she cry, cry,
cries in her lonely
heart, thinking
If there's nothing
missing in my life
Then why do these
tears come
at night

Lost in an image,
in a dream
But there's no one there
to wake her up
And the world is spinning,
and she keeps on winning
But tell me
what happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely,
this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…

"Best actress,
and the winner is…Evelyn!"
"I'm Roger Johnson
for Pop News standing
outside the arena
waiting for Evelyn"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"

Isn't she lucky,
this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky,
but why does she cry?
If there's nothing
missing in her life
Why do tears
come at night?