I paint my war paint upon my face.
It seems that now as I gather my weapons,
I'd be ready for war,
but it couldn't be father from the truth.
I'm terrified I can't predict this future or how this war is going to be played.
Each day I step out the door,
I know there's a new battle to begin.
You never know who will set traps for you to fall into.
You never know when the enemy acts like he's playing on your team,
but then he lads up being the one who stabs,
you while singing your praises,
but it's all acting so they can't see who he is really playing for.
Life is full of these bloody wars.
Knowing who to trust is a must,
but even then my best friend could be the one who tries to take me down and steal my crown.
That's why I wake up and get ready for this war, because destruction can come to this door.
I'm preparing for the worst so I'll be ready when their army's come marching,
so I can march to confidentiality that I've came prepared.
I'm taking a break from writing so I'll be back sometime next week, if you are reading WB I may or may not update this week stay tuned!
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