Why is it
That my whole life
I've been influenced by bad things

Why is it
That when I repeat those bad things
I get judged by one chance

Why is it
That when I finally learn
Is the time where people give up on me

Why is it
That they condemn me and make their final judgements
When I'm running back with the fix

Why is it
That the door slams shut on me
After I finally realize how to walk in

Why is it
That I realized distance was necessary
Just for you to make the distance permanent

Why is it
That your mom said we could fix ourselves
But now you've decided even she was wrong

Why is it
That the qualities you find in her
Are only qualities I found a second too late

Why is it
That the world is so cruel
To give the both of us such horrible lives

Why is it
That the environments we grew up in
Were nothing to teach us what to do

But only what not to do