Everyone’s fake in this town,
in order to survive
you follow the trend of everyone else,
just to keep yourself alive.
Walking down the street with a friend,
approaching chavs with undeserved pride,
they had a beer in one hand,
and an eagerly desperate bimbo by their side,
It’s too late to cross the road,
as we walk by, our heads held high,
but something must’ve not sat well with them,
as I turned away after catching ones eye,
A bottle was thrown just missing my mate,
sometimes all your attempts to act tough just fail,
we couldn’t run as it was too late,
as we became cornered on a garden rail,
we stood up against giant ginger gorillas,
and told them we wanted no trouble,
but they’d already decided our fate,
resulting in us falling to the rubble,
We picked ourselves up from the dirt,
and covered any signs that we were hurt,
I wipe a tear away before it runs down my cheek,
I can never let them know I am weak.
aurakarma 