You're angry.
I get it.
Scream at me all you want,
I'm just a punching bag, right?
Spew your bullshit, so deep.
Man, I can't even reach your hand.
I want to help.
I want you to succeed..

So why do you fight?
Someday you'll run out,
Of every tooth and nail.
Making a mess,
Out of this chaotic reality.

Maybe once all your resources...