Is this what we called "Teenage Petulance?" Once the favorite turn into the peevish pestilence We both start this—yet, I want to find my own peace Ready to leave you like an untidy mess A simple thing was an unsettling stress between us You once said, "Being selfish is understandable" That game was achievable, Will you handle it? If I executed the act would you call it amenable? A strange sudden thought is scary, isn't it? Would that verdict is enough to say, 'amicable?'