Boy

Boy of half a century you say you want to get through to me but don’t try and help, you’ve only made it worst not that i don’t need help, just don’t need yours boy of fifty years, if you were to do something, it’d be already done is it me or you who became too far gone? i know words won’t get to you, they never did just like the drugs and the booze, my little secret boy of half a century, why are you still trying to preach? is it me or you who became out of reach? Boy of half a century, is there something left for us to say? Guess we’ll just keep slowly drifting away