Nature Vs. Nurture

And it begins, I toss and turnBut things can't be much worse.Hurry up and wait, this convoluted state,Induced by you, and the loaded things you sayYou're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.The siren sings, to pull you in,As things are wearing thin.The time it takes, before you break,Let me introduce myself, my name is Fate.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You gotta take your time with things like these,all that you want is someone, to ask for apologiesFor things that just don't exist, They just don't make sense.So much pretenseApril 5th, I arise with chapped lipsAnd the babbling of nonsense over the TV's dull hissThe events of April 4th aligned just a little moreThan the infatuated roar of the kids across the streetThough they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worryFor the friend of a friend who at a bar last night, told me that they loved meBut it must've been the Bacardi that had her hanging off me, Saying things things she didn't mean, but her words still haunt me!