Feeling so very incredibly sorry for yourself,
You live for sympathy,you get off on guilt
Loyalty is dead and you mourn for it everyday.
Sometimes you make do with self-pity,counting faults on fingers
Your own father was a tragedy seeker,you learned from the best...
I've been told with age comes wisdom
If I asked you to share some,We'd be here for hours
A regurgitated opinion your own father told you in 1957.
Times change,and I live to change as well.
Breaking a vicious tradition,an admiration to a fault.
You believed because his convictions were strong,they were true.
Worst of all (another thing to pity!)
You probably said that you'd change too.