Caught in the middle,
I got to choose,
One has got to win,
The other is on big lose.

Try as I might,
to push this with pure guts,
Projecting scenarios,
ambience stinks like a rat.

Don't tell,
if you can't act on it.
Don't Pretend you're happy,
If it's the opposite.

Don't ever recall,
dead scenes you've giggled.
for I Have dug it's grave,
and prepared its funeral