You can be as mad as you wanna be but I'm insisting, not waiting, for you to understand that respect is a verb and not just an abstract concept.
You can be as mad as you wanna be but I do what I want to. And I want to do what's best for you. No matter the What or Why or How Come.
You can be as mad as you wanna be but I've seen your kind before. There aren't many tricks left.
You can be as mad as you wanna be but, if it's wrong, it's wrong. Even if your frontal lobe is underdeveloped. Even if you can't see through your current burden of hormones.
But it's okay if you think it's not fair because it's not.
It would be so much easier if you and I always saw eye to eye. Or if we always liked the same things. Or understood them in the same way. At the same time.
Because neither of us is that good of a person when it comes down to it. It's just one of us has sown some oats while the other scatters them. One of us is fresh and wild while the other is skeptical and tired. One of us is building a nest while the other takes flight.
Go on and be as mad you wanna be but forgive me as quickly as I forgive you because yours is a bridge I don't care to burn.