Everyone on their own trips
Grappling with the old and the new
Lies told with faces of stone
Relishing every bit of the pain
Chances missed to say words they want to hear
And why you won't lie even though you hold them dear
Creeping closer a second, running off the other
When it's meant to be over, why even bother
Grudges and resentment, a lot to harbour
Till u break down n explode. And then only to start another
Bumping and crashing, relishing the conflict
Loneliness and distrust, on yourself you inflict
Take the cuts to your heart. And breathe.
U'll live...
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