The trickee has become the trickster
Running around with crushed hearts in hand
You can’t break a heart that is broken
Playing games
Foolish games
Power grows like vines
Slips from my mouth on the third-month fourteenth day
Wishing I used force a few months before
But weak me
Little me
Never knew anything
I laugh in pity
If only you knew how childish you were being
‘Cause this is fun
Words are shaken
Thoughts mistaken
Stories are always told differently
And they will turn you into a memory
Learn to laugh in the face of that monster under your bed
Learn to love your bare face
The taste of mistake on the lips
Dripped in the taste of regret
You will never fully get over it
Learn to show it who’s, boss
Don’t let it ever smile
‘Cause that’s when you know you’ve fully lost
People will call you weak
And you will stare them in the face,
You will think have they even brushed their teeth that day
Wonder if their hands are in fists
Turning white losing blood as you stare them in the eyes
You notice the scar above their eye
Realize they too have once lost a fight
More questions appear in your head
Why this?
Why now?
How is this supposed to end?
Remember we were all little kids once
Blowing Dandelions fluff off stems
But Danny went off and was a liar
Big lies escape from the smallest mouths
And the biggest lies sting your skin like lemon juice
And you finally realize you might never get over it
But that doesn’t stop you from trying
And more lies slip from mouths
Whispers whirl around your head, the words repeat and repeat again and again
And you’re stuck sinking in your thoughts
Is this the end?
And if it is the end
Did I do enough?