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The Backstage Brawl
That's all it was a backstage argument a backstage brawl a backstage heartbreak a backstage backhand to the face that's all it was, a scream from the angels above to be let out and feared among everyone. She went stage left and I went stage right as the curtain went down the audience applauded and the lights faded and that was it was, one night, a backstage brawl, fists flew and kisses were denied and black eyes were everywhere. Smartasses lost their wits, protecting her, and they found themselves getting up off the ground. I was lost and gone, angels screamed, "STOP IT!!" But they told me to stop, and I didn't because I didn't want to. Dumb girls dumb fools protecting dumb girls and I was the only smart one, to stand up and not get my heartbroken, breaking noses and cutting eyes in half with fists full of fury, I couldn't handle it much anymore. STOP IT! still rings in my head, but I don't care anymore, I hate them and they hate me, I'd rather be loved by myself, than to have another love me just to have them stab me in the back later. All snakes in the grass... cant even imagine, what beautiful gardens they lay low in, ready to attack... And that's all it was, a backstage brawl, away from the audiences eyes, now that would be a show to perform. Real life.
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