I hate when things go out of hand
When messed up stuff cannot be reformed
Choice of brain over heart wins
Relationships play creepy sins
You don’t understand if being good was actually good.
These feelings and emotions are all full of crap
When you need most support
Back bitching rules the class
Full of detention, full of frustration
Falling hard on the wrong side
Lying in our own pit-fall.
Blame game rising on egos
Deteriorating the bonds of unity
Broken hearts and injured souls
Are never mended
Left over time to be healed
With the memory bandage
Later seeing the marks and scars left behind.
It’s a mad jungle
Looking for prey
One of these days when you internally eaten away.
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