Why am I here
And why should you care
We never really listen
Now, we two, are one
With difference of opinion
No common middle ground
In silence, we now sit
In silent resignation
No words are left to come
In silent solitude, we sit
And nowhere left to run
Three sides to every story
in this, no middle grounds
Storms and fires raging
We, are everyone
In silent resignation
And nowhere left to run
DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK
Opinions are like assholes