Wish I never realized, this one simple truth of me.
What it is of you, that makes me mad, is just that of which, is inside of me.
Happens less as time goes on, by finding my inner child's lost song.
But even though I know it's wrong, sometimes I still forget, too long.
Having said that, perhaps it's time.
To put these thoughts in head to rhyme.
To write it out, it clears my head.
Don't need to want, or think you dead.
But if I can't let go, of what it was you said.
Instead of loading the gun, I guess we'll talk instead.
No need to fill you full of lead.
So, I guess for you, this is all good news.
But, push some more, and it will be a one way cruise.
You have the choice, I will let you choose.
This final day, if you win or lose.