The Song At The Last Supper

I'm done talking,
It does no good,
Nobody listens,
They never could.

It doesn't seem to make a difference now,
Nobody heard me anyhow,
Just forget it all and teach it wrong again.

Now ADD is their excuse,
Everybody has to shout,
Telling stories of their little lives,
Helping no one else's out.
Why'd I make'em in my image?
They don't seem to fit the bill,
And no one's words matter to them,
Nothing cleans up what they spill,

So I'm done talking,
I went through hell,
I only said "Love!",
They loved themselves.
It was beautifully important
And it still wasn't enough,
So don't criticize or wonder why,
There's no voices from above,

Yesuah.