When I was young I thought, life was all rainbows and smiles,
In a way, I knew then itself, I was lying.
As I grew up and became more me, Rainbows changed to grey skies and smiles to rain.
The parents I loved, started to crumble,
My mom a shadow of her former self.
And to be honest, I let them both down, especially her.

And as years went by and 30 drew close,
The disappointments grew, the indifference, the hate, the melancholy,
I just wanted to stop.
But still so guilt ridden, for thinking this thought, cause from outside I had it all.

Why do you have what you have? Why do you get what you get?
Why do you make of it what you do? Why do you stop?