So tonight
You're envy,
And I am blame.
With a touch of chaos,
We're that boy from 7th grade.
As his classmates smoother him with attention,
And make conversation,
It slowly becomes a necessity.
A necessity created by everyone's debility.

You turned a blind eye to yourself.
And you don't know what you're doing now.
You don't care, because everyone is caring for you instead.
But you're going to have to love who you are,
In this life, anyway.

Your hair redolent of a
Fragrance, that draws people in.
And the "alkaloidal substances,"
Which are actually your Ritalin,
You use them as a decoy to
Take, take, take, and give back odiousness.

You turned a blind eye to yourself.
And you don't know what you're doing now.
You don't care, because everyone is caring for you instead.
But you're going to have to love who you are,
In this life, anyway.

I'm sick and tired of your wishful promises.
I hope you finally realize your lack of common sense.
And now you care, because no one's thinking of you anymore.