He was at peace use to being alone excluded from everything. Working quietly behind the scenes he got a random text and knew something was up. No one ever calls or texted him unless they needed something on of the worse feelings.
He didn't know why he thought this would be different free from drama as it squeaked back in his life. It wasn't his style or for him anymore. He minded his mouth and business now being asked a favor. He preferred to no be involved just fade away blend in with the background.
He was use to being solo working in a team held him back team work was only used in their favor he was stuck alone rushing when it come to doing his own stuff. Kept out and excluded didn't bother him anymore. Dealing with fake and phony their true colors came to the light. He wasn't worried because it would all comeback to them.

He walked away starting to feel better. Now a lonely person, after all the cuts starting to heal. Moved on with no regret gaining back self respect. Clearing his mind of doubt, stayed away from the chaos back on track.
The dream that plays in the back of the mind. Staying sober cut off old intoxicated chums.
He had no common interest other than being alcohol fueled. Relationships over friendships couldn't get any of them right

He sat in the back observed and listened to everything on it was all new to him. He didn't like being the center of attention because someone would try to knock him for being different.
Keeping a low profile and working behind the scenes felt more common. Writing his thoughts and ideas enjoying the creative process hoping to do something with it.
He liked to working with others being a team not let the guy who did nothing take all the credit for the team effort. Making nothing into something building off ideas

He was dropping those burdens gaining momentum. Feeding his soul instead of the soul suckers that drained his well being. His voice grew weak not saying much or arguing with others.
Turned his back walked away from the carnage no longer cleaning the crumbled crumbs for others.

Breaking away from the haters
Cut the cord and no regrets
Doing your own thing an individual
Love family feeling drained
Walking eggs shells getting attacked
Ready to make noise silent the crowd
Pushed out ready to move up and out
Onto new stuff doing it for you
No longer on the back burner
Missed opportunities circle back
Holding back its all coming out
Years of being ignored skipped over
Being at the bottom starting to move
Wasn't able to before walls are falling
Seeing new over the same rules

He watched his brother be buried part of him went in the grave.
He didn't trust anyone he wanted justice
Who executes another being in cold blood
More bad than good at that moment
Hard to trust anyone his failed relationship
Brought out the hatred trust issues he no longer wanted to be that person anymore
He stopped caring what others said or thought since he had his own agendas
All those distractions he stopped empowering them. The loud noise went mute white noise it didn't matter anymore.

He wiped his tears stood up to his fears
Family was his strength and weakness
He was taking on the world
Rather than have his back they squared up
He didn't want to go there if he did there was no upside
Someone was always mad holding a grudge he wasn't surprised anymore
He said nothing all they did was talk loud it didn't make them right
He smiled and they hated him for it
No longer self destructive and drinking
Not eating his emotions away staying clear of his bad habits
Staying away from others toxic traits they try to project on him