Alex can relate to this one
You said "theyre too good for me"
And maybe you were right,
Maybe you hate them out of instinct,
But probably out of spite,
When you can nearly hear there whispers,
ANd nearly feel the knife,
(you can feel it tickishly scratching the skin of your back)
You wonder whats next, what new drama will cause them to thrust the knife in you and wrench out all of you,
Peace is just a lie,
A eutopian concept,
Thats trying to be applied to an anarchal state,
When you reach the edge there's nothing you can do,
But jump
And wonder the whole time why you did.