Waves of plastic fame go out of fashion

K, I can't remember if I've posted this before now; I wrote it quite sometime ago.

He’s the king of rock ‘n roll
And I’m his Barbie Doll queen
We’re absolutely perfect;
Or so we’ve been told

We own this town
And those who reside within
For our looks and wealth, we are renowned
And envied by those riddled with sin.

We dance with adrenaline demons
We soar with angels though we are heathens
For in this no mans land
We are gods and cannot be damned

The elite rub shoulders with us and see
That whilst we glide in and out of lovers
The constant we have is all we need
Love is what we need and we have each other

Our beauty makes for hate
Their eyes upon us glowing green with envy
We glide the streets morning, noon and late
With our knowing smiles, and eyes brimming with pity

That world has now taken all we had
We are not loved and adored
We were just a passing fad
To throw you to the gutter is their lore

And so we stand, taking one last look at our heaven
This place is cold, cruel- and with no explanation needed, we’re leaving
They don’t notice we’ve gone; they have new idols today
Looking at us with smug smiles, but they too shall pay

y/n?