Don't Do This . . . . .

A familiar cry, there are some limits to human endurance,
everything is rated, someone is watching your performance;
it's all very well making exceptions, did you say tolerance?
There are things I want to do, know what I mean, how about you?

We all have to - ---- it, we don't, as is our personal wont,
it's amazing, I'm equipped, to use all the things I've learnt,
however, I'm back in the room again, whiskey on table,
of course I'm lonely, I tried, as much as possibly able.

It wasn't enough, told to grow up, be a decent person,
we are always 'wrong,' aren't we, where is the reason?
How about seeing my side for a change, it's always you,
maybe not always but you just tell me what you want to do.

I know, we should appreciate things which are heaven sent,
perhaps you could explain why the divorce rate is fifty per cent?