Idiots

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I think you’re all idiot’s
But only fleetingly,
What do I gain by getting angry
The problem could be me.

Maybe I’m the one whose wrong
Who can really say,
My way might not make more sense
But it really seems that way.

Why waste all that energy
Proving everyone wrong,
In the end we only do
What we were doing all along.

And there’s no point in discussing it
You don’t want to hear me out,
You ask why I don’t talk to you
What’s there to talk about?

I know you’re never going to change
I surrender to my fate,
I choose to carry on like this
And everything is great