He entered the building for the last time
Not sure what was ahead or what he would find
Always working hard no time for fun
Sober living not giving it up
Times had changed and never the same
He walked away nothing will change
All their rucus filled him with rage
He wanted to be close but they kept him out
After being turned away no reason to stay
They made him an option now he opted out
So sick of the hate over all the debate
He was not one of them no need to pretend
Time to cut the cord this needed to end
Smack talking for fun but made it personal
Taking shots ready unload the gun trigger happy
Spoken words of truth got the most hate
While words fueled with hate and lies got praised
All these wick ways left the hero in a daze
One mouth against three how could this be
Once each mouth isolated not a word was said
The hero stood tall ready to take them on
Once it came to an end the tension remained
Bubbling bad memories mentally stirring
Things that would've could've should've been said has them worrying