Friendship is a gamble
Trust is a thief
And I don't care to ramble
On the five stages of grief
Love is quite the ailment
And we are all infected
Affection beats inside us
No matter how it's rejected
And why must it be my fault
Or someone else we blame
For the cracking of the snow-globe bringing consciousness and shame
I clench my fist and punch the shadows
When it's not worth fighting for
But why pick and choose my battles
When I can't decide the war
I don't wanna grit my teeth, though it's not like it's beneath me
I'm not even mad anymore
I could seek out my revenge, but what is left to score
My eyes are far too weary, you see
I made my bed of fruitless efforts, let me rest in apathy
I sunk my head in failed endeavors, let me rest in apathy
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Friendship is a gamble
Trust is a thief
And I don't care to ramble
On the five stages of grief
Love is quite the ailment
And we are all infected
Affection beats inside us
No matter how it's rejected
And why must it be my fault
Or someone else we blame
For the cracking of the snow-globe bringing consciousness and shame
I clench my fist and punch the shadows
When it's not worth fighting for
But why pick and choose my battles
When I can't decide the war
I don't wanna grit my teeth, though it's not like it's beneath me
I'm not even mad anymore
I could seek out my revenge, but what is left to score
My eyes are far too weary, you see
I made my bed of fruitless efforts, let me rest in apathy
I sunk my head in failed endeavors, let me rest in apathy
Trust is a thief
And I don't care to ramble
On the five stages of grief
Love is quite the ailment
And we are all infected
Affection beats inside us
No matter how it's rejected
And why must it be my fault
Or someone else we blame
For the cracking of the snow-globe bringing consciousness and shame
I clench my fist and punch the shadows
When it's not worth fighting for
But why pick and choose my battles
When I can't decide the war
I don't wanna grit my teeth, though it's not like it's beneath me
I'm not even mad anymore
I could seek out my revenge, but what is left to score
My eyes are far too weary, you see
I made my bed of fruitless efforts, let me rest in apathy
I sunk my head in failed endeavors, let me rest in apathy
Writer: Cassandra Moench
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