They knew they could count on the man
to take the fall,
take the blame,
take the blade
on his wrists,
to work to death,
the whip on his back,
put the rope round his neck,
take a bullet in the chest,
to live on the street,
to drown with the rest.
Yet they say the man
can't be trusted.

He took up arms
to protect those he loved.
He was poisoned by words,
and was never enough.
The loved ones cried
as they sold the mans grave
for likes online.
His suffering always paid.
While he was alive
they called him an animal
chained him with claims
to paint him a demon.
When they needed him
he was a credit to men.
When they were done
he was there to condemn.

As long as the conditions are met
she'll love only him.
While he can give
what she needs
he can stay.
He won't be
replaced.
But good men are a dime a dozen
and easy to attain.
Show an ounce of kindness
and we'll die for you.
And we die for you,
to be replaced
everyday.

It all repeats
The same pain
Cutting to the bone
Sinking hooks
The same people
Holding blades
Holding on while you fall
To your knees
Draining your blood
And drinking deeply
Till the next victim
Let's down their guard.

This life is lonely.
This life is hard.
Everything and nothing.
Everyone and no one.
Living and dying.
Love and hate.
Pain and peace.
They want all of you,
and none of you.
No Balance.
It never ends.
It never ends.
It never ends.

And it all repeats.
Over and over
the scene plays,
the body tenses,
flooding senses,
and I'm drowning
sinking, drinking,
fighting, against my own
personal
riptide.
Wishing I'd died.
Washed up
on a shore of purgatory,
and it all repeats.