You come and you stay,
But you change forms along the way,
You pick on the weak,
Which leaves us wonder, 'How did it get to this peak?'
You take our happy lives,
And turn them into knives,
The tension is high,
And now, because of you, so am I,
You tear as you pull,
It leads us to wonder, 'Do you have a soul?'
You lead us down into depression,
It forces us to go to a therapy session,
You take us to the breaking point,
Doing more than just smoking a joint,
It tears us down,
Enough to make us frown,
We try to seek help,
But it's kept in without a yelp,
Then we just melt,
After you deliver a heavy welt,
Next we cry out,
To which makes you pout,
We catch their attention,
For that you get a month of suspension,
But justice is not served,
You never got what you deserved,
We go to your house to punch you in the face,
But are surprised you have lost your pace,
You apologize,
And we are soon to realize,
That maybe some people deserve a second chance,
That way you can inhance.
