Not To Preach, But.....

What will it take to make you understand
You have the entire world in the palm of your hand
But you're letting it run through your fingers like a thousand grains of sand
Refusing to obey even the simplest command
You procrastinate your duties, you refuse to expand
Your knowledge of the world from which you demand
Everything. You're like a tumorous gland
A leech in the water, a parasite on land
Sooner or later, Alli, no one will be able to stand

You-including your closest friend
You'll find yourself alone in the end
Unless you stop your manipulative trend
No one can help you, unless you're willing to mend

Your broken past with a needle and thread
And start doing what your conscience has said
I'd hate to see you wind up dead
With a heroin needle by the side of your head
Prostituting yourself in your futuristic bed
This is the path my feet have tread
Doomed to end up where my rebelliousness led

The dead end is near
Yet your ignorance still shows no fear
Am I not speaking loud enough for you to hear
These words I'm screaming into your ear

I'm passing on lessons learned through my own pain
But you still seem oblivious to me calling your name
I thought at one time that we were the same
But that was when reality came
And bestowed upon me the burden of my shame

Humiliation for what I've done
But my recovery's begun
And even though you're still hiding from the sun
I know, if you tried hard enough, we could heal together, as one.