Oh the Trouble You Weave the I Perceive

Watching a friend make the same mistakes over and over again

Dead end, again, round and round this life you lead
Circles of torment that make up your reality
Your dreams were never doomed to succeed
We all saw this coming
We tried to tell you about this thing that’s called life
You never had the tools to make it
Although you tried
You used your beauty to make up for the mistakes
Your parents made, on you, on your life, finishing you before you even started
But beauty fades, and stress drives it to crumble
Not even the army will take you now,
They only want the best of the best
And you are not fit for the test
You never were
I hope you succeed
But this life is cruel and hard and mean
Miracles are scarce and rarely seen
But you can make it, I believe
I hope, I dream.