Trouble Some Soul

You try,
And walk the fine line,
Between blood and love,
Each side of my arms made for tug of war,
I'm here to say enoughs enough.

Old results,
Would show me torn,
Blind naive doing wrong with intentions right,
Starts world war three,
Sparking battles of the same damn fight.

These houses apart,
How would I know,
Future unfolds a struggle to keep mine whole,
I swear up and down I could give a shit,
Long term affects troubling soul.

Excuses of plenty,
I've made my fair share,
Never making promises because i'm always there,
Were opinionated within are upbringing,
One only knows to compare.

All I own in comparison,
Is the shitty end of the stick,
In my world im constantly reminded,
That clash of old world,
Is like oil and water and can never be binded.