Sometimes, I want to shake you.
Rattle around and see if I can spy the things that make you you.
I don’t understand why you choose the way you do.
I love you, and I wish I could show you what four years of growing up has done,
The possibility that this world can be lit up in shades of gray.
I see your struggle,
I wish I could help you.
Oh, how I wish I could.