I feel like I can run 10 miles
And then eat a cake, straight out of the singing bowl of Rage
Mind spouting obscenities
How did it come to this?
Why am I shooting off the mouth like a loose canon
spiraling through the atmosphere?
Where’s grace, goddamnit?
It’s about not being listened to
It’s about not being taken into account
It’s about blame
Doing it wrong
Get off –
It’s about someone else’s agenda or course of actions
It’s about me vs them
It’s about differences more than Unity
What has come of us?
Jealousy and Winning are the champions here
Love is slaughtered, blood oozing out of him in the corner
I actually don’t care about Mr Jealousy. Or Ms Winning.
They’re selfish and conniving and treat me like shit.
Why cheer them on?
Get outta the stadium, go home.
It is done.
How can I let Love die on his own?
Turn around and face this.