something breaks inside of you

with the spectacle of all the shows

with fifteen fights and your six bucks

has gone up some promoters nose

jaded eyes see clearly but only half of whats there

good old days are left behind whats left is boredom and despair

but sometimes every once in a while

its beautiful I would say, I wouldn't have it any other way

if I said different it would be a lie

what was once rebellion is now clearly just a social sect

but are you just upset because your own social clique has left

leave when you want because I know that someday I will too

but I wont burn my bridges and be just another jaded fool