I never knew that was how you felt
and I don’t understand how
since our opportunities were equal
yet we are not the same now.
Whatever you thought was happening
is not at all how it went down
an the victim that you always play
is that little boy who makes you drown.
If only I could see the world
in the tattered way you do
then I might understand the way you are
and why you do the things you do.
Autumn Siders 