Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Under the Bus

Play your cards close to the vest
Lock it safe inside
Be true to you and yours
Because no matter
How you try
To please them,
They'll find another reason,
To remind.
Under the bus
Black tire tracks across my back
Thin skinned, having to defend
To hypocrites like you
Trying hard, to keep perspective,
But the wheels keep rolling on through,
It's never you.

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