Killing A Con

from a mile i saw it coming.
something had to give; it could never stay that way.
egos always get the best of us. the back-stabbing begins, 
whose blood will be shed today. plastic faces molded into 
things they wanted, the truth hiding behind. the damage has
 been done. we can't go back to square one, but those were 
the best times. would it be the same again? if we tried 
would it be like it was before? chances are we'd fail 
again. it's too late to turn back, what are we trying for? 
i admit there's something to it. you feel like you belong 
to something no one's ever had. but i just get sick to my 
stomach knowing that it's all such a fraud. it's all so 
sad.