from a mile i saw it coming. something had to
give; it could never stay that way. egos always
get the best of us. the back-stabbing begins,
whose blood will be shed today. plastic faces
molded into things they wanted, the truth hiding
behind. the damage has been done. we can't go
back to square one, but those were the best
times. would it be the same again? if we tried
would it be like it was before? chances are we'd
fail again. it's too late to turn back, what are
we trying for? i admit there's something to it.
you feel like you belong to something no one's
ever had. but i just get sick to my stomach
knowing that it's all such a fraud. it's all so
sad.