I'm going to be brave ( ) and attempt one of these speculation/song-filks. Comments welcome.

Fanboys (Erika's Lament)
To the tune of "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac.

For me, the sun isn't shining,
For me, the days will be trying,
And I feel like I'm torn in two,
But I'm strong, and I won't cry.

And you, threw out that guy,
And you, don't seem to know why,
And you helped me though you don't know
Who I am, I used to be.

But the fanboys keep coming
Now they've found the store,
And I fear them, I fear them, I fear them,
Like never before.

And I wish that I could hide, from the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the fanboys keep calling,
Their Idol to see,
And I wonder, I wonder I wonder,
What'll happen to me?

What'll happen to me...?

What'll happen to me...

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