Two sides of a coin, a face, a brain
Is nothing compared to a group.
That’s split into two, with distinctive players.
With some people dangling in the loop.

On one side a girl, who sits and cries
When she’s sat in the group she hates.
With her a boy, who likes both sides
But is stuck, in the middle of a debate.

On the other side, lie three blind mice,
Whose hearts are as black as stone.
They bitch and they talk, inside their little faction,
Their true sides are never shown.

The mice alone are nice to the boy,
And treat him kind and good.
But inside their heads, their evil minds,
Their words do more damage then they should.

The mice alone aren’t nice to the girl.
And treat her with sarcasm and disgust.
Even in front, of her cold hard face,
A good bitch is a definite must.

So the boy is torn between the two sides,
Not knowing where to go.
On one hand a girl, who loves him much,
On another, a deadly trio.

The other people, they sit and stare,
And contemplate the boy’s fate.
They whisper silently around the room,
And diminishes the boy’s state.

So which side should the boy choose?
For he needs an immediate cure.
Does he sell his soul, to the wrath of the devil?
Or go with the true and pure?

His mood: depressed. His hopes: gone.
For reaching the right decision.
The girl is left all alone.
And the mice are still on their mission.

So now he’s gone, away with the angels,
Only to die and be re-born.
And hopefully next time, when he comes back,
He won’t be gratuitously torn.