"Disgraceful Immaturity"

You're wrong... your whole facades full of
holes and crumbling-down around you, so
your covers blown; and all of your skeletons
are out of the closet, so there's no skin on
the bones

Give it up, you've no more cover to conceal
your body of lies with, the bed you've made
yourself to lie in you've outgrown; so, either
make-up a new one for your falsehoods or
your betrayal will clearly be known

Childish games you play for fun, but with age
the adolescence becomes dangerous to all of
those involved; when the innocence of youth
to angst turns and then justifiably to rage, as
feelings become automatic now and are no
longer controlled or delayed

Three things I've discovered that of there's no
way to back-out; and for four you're fucking done:

1- for some reason she thinks you've called her
fat, give it up son; no words can make it right or
unmake her made-up mind

2- she catches another woman looking at you and
even though you didn't instigate it, she already
thinks that you're fucking around and cold towards
you becomes

3- this one you might make it through but it's unlikely
to be so: you make it home late one night and she,
trying to reach you can't get through to you although
she's called over and over again, especially if it goes
to voice-mail, then her mind becoming frantic swears...

"This Fuckers Cheating on Me;" that's three-strikes,
now the boiling-points been reached, but, this last
one is the ultimate that seals your defeat...

The breach in the contract, especially if all of the former
have been done - if for some reason unknown you can't,
"Perform," in kicks her instincts and these four words ring
as clarity in her head...

"This Son-of-a-Bitch is Dead,"

For you the, "Bell Tolls," and into your casket the death-knell
is driven-home

But it all comes down to...

Childish games you play for fun, that with age the adolescence
of becomes dangerous to all of those involved; and when the
innocence of youth to angst turns and then justifiably to rage,
as feelings become automatic now and are no longer controlled
or delayed

Just remember that, from the games you never grew-up and the
ignorance of youth eventually gives way, to conduct unbecoming
that's no longer ignored or tolerable... just immature disgrace