Jealousy Turns The Nicest Guys Into Monsters

They face each other
Glaring across the room
Tension running rife
Imaginary explosions boom

A single word begins it all
Lights the spark
Such power contained
The bullet hits the mark

Petty arguments fill the day
The scene replayed again
Casualties fall, but only
The innocent in pain

One simple cause
Jealously reigns king
One quick reason
But respite, who will bring?

Maybe they’ll grow up
Maybe they’ll make up
Maybe they’ll break up
Whatever happens, I think the onlooker will win.