Come and gone,
Tell me more about what I missed.
Odds are I was present,
Truly living as you merely exist.
Come and gone,
Tell me more about what caught your eye.
Odds are I saw it too,
Seeing through its frills, easily saying goodbye.
Come and gone,
Tell me more about the crazy news you heard.
Odds are I heard it too,
But I actually listened as I hang on every word.
Come and gone,
Tell me more about the mistakes I made.
Odds are I am aware of them,
The lessons learned I wouldn’t trade.
Come and gone,
Tell me more about how I can be better.
Odds are I thought about it,
Constantly writing personal letters.
Come and gone,
Are the days of your negative opinions of me.
Odds are I once listened,
From your judgement and vengeful wrath I am free.
