Growing Up With People Who Never Grew Up

When my friends went through struggles I would always help them out extending my hand out in troubles as I could when they were down when the world around them crumbled I was the one who’d be about when they would fight or royal rumble I’d be there without a doubt I guess that’s just the man I am putting others first I’d sacrifice my own plan to stop them feeling worse I never had a friend like me one who would be selfless I knew friends who had to be better than those helpless They wouldn’t catch the falling ones but would observe them hit the ground then say it’s something they ain’t done and laugh out loud and act all proud Make no attempt to pick you up speak critically or not notice soaking up the change of luck a feeling they ain’t hopeless Finally somebody else is feeling all the pain focusing on themselves somethings never change they blame it on what you did and how you play the game they would never be so stupid and you shouldn’t complain Very happy when someone suffers as they believe that they look good they say how they will help out others but for now don’t think they should They choose to see it as your fault put it down to your stupidity insulting you the end result as they vent their negativity So now when they all go through struggles I’m not there as I walked out extending my fist would cause trouble with pleasure I would knock ‘em down Now I just laugh as their world crumbles as they have no one about Yes I would fight then royal rumble you can’t keep friends that you doubt They say they do not understand why I am not about when people ask them where I am they’re told we didn’t fall out They say I’m getting my head straight because I went all strange they act upset they’ve lost a mate no reason I would change They act like they are such good friends who did nothing to deserve this pain I left them and took the good trends my failure they’d be happy again So now they soak up sympathy whilst acting like they care they act this way with company as if life is so unfair saying we were such great mates until my damaged mental state they gave love and I gave hate as if it’s all too much to take I don’t know why they were my friends I think I just got stuck with them I think of them and one thought trends a bunch of boys who fail as men!