Title: Tables Ladders, and Chairs

Hey been a long time since I posted on here,
I have written a song/poem call it what you will.
would love to hear your feedback on this .

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It's never about the pain
It's always about fame,
something you don't know
every night I think of tomorrow
how I'm going to cope with it afterwords
the pain, tears, and blood. All for fun

Never deserve respect, from the fans
that come to watch it happen, the sound
of tables breaking, ladders crashing, and
chairs slamming. It's all here and it's all
for you, The risks that they take every night
just to prove a point, every day I'm watching
you die, is it really worth it..

Cracking up inside, stepping into
that ring with my body on the line
not known what's going to happen
I wish I could see how this is going
to turn out, the result is all I care about.

After it all, it's time to pack my bags
known that I'm alive, I am able to walk
again, perform tomorrow, and then the next
until the day comes I can finally have rest.

This is tables, ladders, and chairs
saying those words, makes me shake
with fear, because I know that my end
is almost near, each time I enter a match
with these type of stipulations, hearing the fans
chant those words "TLC, TLC, TLC". They are having fun
watching us splatter in half, talbes breaking
body's flying everywhere, it's just insane
Now step in my boots. and feel our pain.......