"Tickle us do we not laugh, wound us do we not bleed, wrong us shall we not revenge."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he4ZpgDHOsM
Well I got a good friend who's got a good life
He's got two pretty children and a real nice wife
But he never seems quite satisfied
I said I know what's on your mind
But you better think about it before you cross that line
The grass ain't always greener on the other side
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you cant turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
Well I ain't saying that looking's a crime
Well I've done my share from time to time
It don't mean that you gotta take that leap
When you're standin' on the brink
Before you jump you gotta step back and think
There's price for ever promise you don't keep
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you cant turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
Do want you want, do want you wish
It's your life but remember this
There's bound to be some consequences
Sneaking under other fences
Then what, what you gonna do
When the new wears off and the old shines through
And it ain't really love and it ain't really lust
You ain't anybody anyone's gonna trust
Then what, where you gonna turn
When you cant turn back for the bridges you burn
And fate can't wait to kick you in the butt
Then what
The following is not in-depth thoughts, a poem, or any interesting words they are merely truth.
The only true constant in this world is pain, after time pain cements into apathy towards those who caused the pain. However before that happens rage prevails. Rage unlike anger festers and grows until you get to where it simmers laying in wait, appearing not nearly as dangerous as it truly is, for the inferno to be ignited.
The inferno was ignited anger that pounds the inside of the cranium consuming all thought, the boiling blood, the wound made fresh, the monster is awake and rage, Rage is all there is. Rage and a desperate need for revenge. Come and see the monster that is, the self inflicted dead heart and one who remembers.
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