The Half -Time Break Up

From first-round draft picks,
to second chance romantics,
sweet sound of this beating heart.
From storied rivalries to triumphant victories,
everyone gets a chance to win, somehow.

Self-proclaimed superstars and their self-proclaimed heroics,
not a chance they'll leave it all to pass.
No flash photography and no dramatic metonymy,
Make way for the greatest "artists" of our time.

This is a Half-Time Break Up, I'm calling the game off.
I ain't giving up, it's just you're not playing fair anymore.
I'm sick and tired of your "self-praises",
It's too much that my ears are bleeding and getting sore.

The buzzer went off and we're about to lose,
with these people, it feels like i didn't leave High School.
Everyone's a Celebrity and everyone has a Story,
It's one big disaster, happily- never after.

I'm breaking it off, count on a foul play,
You never quit. Oh, you never do.
That buzzer signals the End Game,
I hope you realize you're in Real Life, too.