Kids

How could I not be mad at him?
I thought it was going to be as easy as the good old times...
My bad...
Now, more than ever he is showing me what a jerk he can be.
All I hear is bullshit and lies, another desperate attempt
to make things seem better,
Another desperate attempt to run from reality.
Sometimes when he is down and alone,
I feel like it could really work...
But he, more than myself, lives for the others,
Lives for what he makes of himself,
Not for what he really is...
No, I don't care anymore,
I tried once, twice, today.
I am done with all this,
After all, I am the one who is going away,
Why in heaven should I care?
In the end I would never be able to do what he did,
Forgive.
Though when this gets me, he comes and messes it all up...
Kids these days...
Maybe I really am too old for this shit...
Maybe I should let them be and just drink it all up.
And to think she worries about it.
No worries, not anymore.
I'll let their mistakes catch them up,
When they get to feel the hit,
They'll know what I mean.
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