All up to you

Don’t tell me I should
And I should not
Don’t ask me if I’d rather leave
By pistol or pill, or be shot
Don’t tell me I should be happy
And live each day to the fullest
Don’t act as if you’re a big shot
And that you’re the coolest
Just remember there’s someone out there
Who feels your wrath each and every day
Who should know at least one person cares
I’m the one who feels this wrath
The hate that lingers on
Don’t act as if you’re nice and sweet
We know that’s b,sand a con
Don’t be an azzhole, show people you care
Don’t pretend to be someone your not
Because when people need you to be that person
And you can’t be they’ll tell you to rot
In hell of course.
But just remember when you’re left there all alone
One day you’ll be left a defenseless soul too
And I’ll ask you one day, when I’m all-cool
How could you?
I wonder what you’ll say
“It wasn’t my fault” “He told me too”
Please cut the b.s
It was all up to you!