Twisted egos and broken glass.

I can’t understand it

I won’t understand it

Till you tell me about it

Don’t tell me about it

I don’t want to know you at all

And if I see you again

I’ll do my best not to hurt



But I won’t look

I dare not stare

I won’t acknowledge your presence

And if you come near me

I don’t know how I’ll react

But it might involve a bar a drink, a smash

Twisted egos and broken glass.

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