Jeremy

Run away, child. Run away after you create a mess And leave us here, unbeguiled With what you've left us. You're sixteen oing on eleven, maybe twelve Living in a lie you're constantly retelling. Did you ever wonder who spins your constant hell? You're running out of those who'l buy what you're selling. I'v pushed you back out of my photo, So you go and stick it in someone else's. For each new day, you go and change your motto: Again, to someone else's. When will you grow up? Or down? Pick something and stick with it. Friends are not something for which you shop around, Or targets to be hit or missed. You run from place to place, Away from games you lose, Looking for a new and unfamiliar face. Those of us watching are turning blue, Because you've ruined our pictures. We butted you back out, As patient as we get without a lecture; Even though you continue to open your big mouth. But be warned, we don't babysit. We'll tolerate most things, But there's a limit to your antics: And then we begin to swing. It takes a while, of course, But you're well on your way. You don't listen as we explain until we're hoarse As you're still, forever, running away.

Needless to say, I hope he figures everything out.