Every time they shove, you shove back a little harder, till they decide not to, and its too late when you turn around and Higher Authority is staring you down. It never was fair, they just learned all the tricks before you could think of them. They had people whispering in their ears, telling them how and when to fold so you'd get stuck looking like a fool. They do that don't they? The way they say they care or don't. Even when they care too damn much. They always string you up and leave you. The playground advisor even knows that the birds don't want you, so why would anyone else? We're fair-weather fowl, gone as soon as unity hasn't got your back. You wonder why they do that, why they leave so quick and you're the only one who thought that just maybe someone else would stick around and hang on to the telephone pole with you?
Maybe you could ask someone.
If there was anyone here.
a little bit james dean
- October 09, 2011
- lilyrightnow
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