What to say?Where are you going?I know you are grown,to me,it doesn't matter,but it matters,look at your skin,look at theirs,with innocence,it doesn't matter,however, it does matter,I raised you to see us all the same,within your soul, you seek for peace,contrarily, they seek their knees,now you can't breathe,and I live with regrets, that I sent you to the store for those cigarettes,enough isn't sufficient,no matter the degree,no dollars, no weight,all pain,all gain,you see me different,I see us all the same. ~Sad Story, but reality~