You dream of the things we could've been but we're no longer ten. So please, we must grow up and move on. It's not ideal, but there's new things I need to act upon. My previous wave of anger was uncalled for. I'm mad. At you? No, but at my own front door. These problems I much rather ignore, But I've never been here before. So, forgive me my friend. These problems I didn't intend. Just in my head again.