Why were the stories we found joy in never good enough?
Excuses, constantly.
"Effort," you'd say,
drawn out like a sigh.
Excuses, constantly.
"Effort," you'd say,
drawn out like a sigh.
Amazing how a mind that contained an entire world,
and the peoples thereof,
couldn't suspend disbelief enough
to sit and watch live action instead of animation.
At least our parents were kind enough to say
"you talk too much"
instead of dancing around the point.
It's not as if you were ever afraid to hurt our feelings.
If you just said you didn't care,
we would've stopped trying sooner.
Instead you tried to drag us down with you,
but we will not follow the anchor into the sea.