You are bored drama llama
You have a beef that is decades old
You can’t help yourself
So you are bold
You tease and manipulate
Till you find an end
But you can never find solace
So you can’t ever mend
Playing games with the pawns of the people in your life
Feeling very proud that you are like a knife
Sharp witted and sharp tongued
The people you’ve stung
Another trophy for your wall to be hung
When will you stop playing these games?
When will you stop playing with the flames?
When will you live in peace and love?
What will it take for you to put back on your gloves?
When will you listen to that heart of yours?
And live in true harmony and end those wars…