Brawling side by side
I think you have seen this ride
As the two run and step over each other
I feel that they are trying to control their tether
Something that used to hold them to the ground
When young that point of reference was sound
They weren't broken but bound
To the uncontrollable present
At that time it was a gift, not something to fret
But now they wish to give it back
Because they lack as their skin starts to crack
They use every ointment they can to cover themselves
For they can't come to realize that there are no life spells
Only broken shells and solitary cells
But at the last tumble
They feel in their hearts a tremble
Holding each other tight they wonder
if they were the ones that cast themselves asunder
Then without a secondhand thought
They let go of their trouble and doubt.
This freedom from their obsessive ruts
helps them shed their bleeding cuts
A call for help so soft and profound
When at peace as one
Bashful and Jealousy share the rise and fall
side by side.