Making a classic move
To run, ruin and destroy
Across the years of a desperate fool
It must have felt so gratifying to you
To know how much you have
Crashed into this unforeseen future
While the sharks were circling in the wings
And only a few hundred ways to
Forget everything you though you knew before
There are three people around that
Make a choice and all of them are you
But when you can only get words
Dripping with meanness and sarcasm
You learn to raise up the shields
And be on your guard as often as possible
Because everyone
Has someone
But you can’t stop someone
Who needs no one