It's Nothing Personal

IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL I am sick of all the jealous people; I need more in my life Something more meaningful, something, with less strife Everyone is always b.tching, having nothing better to do For them, life is just a competition so shallow that is you Fed up; of having, to pick myself up from your insecurity I can no longer be a part in your lack of untruth impurity As you thought the grass was greener on the other side You played every trick, but, now caught out that you lied Left me standing in a mine-field, without a safe route out As you stand; in the side-walk, waiting for your hand out What on earth are you waiting for, I am not coming back I don’t hang about for those that who in integrity do lack But I’m not jumping; just waiting for the right time to go I'm not losing everything, just to give you the smug glow Whilst wiping up the blood; from that last run in from hell But please; try to get over yourself, it is nothing personal Indiana Shaw . . . -_-