Sittin on the train writing my thoughts

Fighting against time but its all my fault

Running late, praying hard

The rain keeps pouring yet I disreguard

Thinkin on yesterday, an ugly turn out

Two close associates, a hurtful fallout

Did I do the right thing? But I just spoke my mind

I had to tell him like it was cause he was gettin out of line

Once he crossed it, it was finished

He should've kept it to himself, look what happened

But on the other hand I'm glad he's gone

I feel so free so it couldn't be wrong

He stormed out in anger, his whole face changed

His face turned scorchin red, he looked derranged

But today is another day, and yesterday was confusing

But to most of my friends it was quite amusing

I just don't get why he could be mad

All cause I told him he was old enough to be my dad

Truth Hurts huh?