The Evolution of Sympathy

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they smile at you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your whining somewhere else

This looks like my tenth grade poetry
I can’t recall what it’s supposed to be
I yelled so loud but no one heard
‘Cuz what I was saying wasn’t in my words

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they smile at you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your problems somewhere else

Sunny outside, dark and cold within
Dancing with angels on the head of a pin
I’d rather be trash than be such a freak
At least the trash gets taken out once a week

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they lie to you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your whining somewhere else