Next person.
Why can't I extract what the next person gets from life?
The next person gets to be loved, deservedly so
The next person's problems are solved in flow
The next person can see what is right and wrong
Consequently making the right decisions
Does that make me the last person?
Because I can't keep a realistic grip on love
My problems take over my life, swallowing me whole
I can't begin to understand the complexities of decisions once made
God only knows how to repair the damaged I have yet to cause
The next person gets to see before they do
The next person hears the hidden trut…