A Poem or a Song or Something

Disappointing red cups
held by disappointing people
I don't know what I stand for
or who is left to believe in anymore
But every photograph I see
that another one of my friends
loses one more thing in common with me
I don't know why, I can't explain it
but it makes me more sure
this was a choice worth making
and I made it for a reason
to stand for something I believe in
but not just when it's easy
ready to jump ship the moment your parents leave town
This may be obvious to you
but it's not so simple for me
A promise is a promise to the end
not until you are bored of the way you've been
I guess the part I don't understand is just
what made you change?
is it just the "coming of age"?
or an excuse to leave what we had behind
I have had this unshakable fear
that in a few years
all i will be to anyone
is the one you have to leave behind
when you go out at night
but at this point
i have given up
given up trying to change anyone
or on hoping that maybe someone will change their mind
if ever you should return
I will greet you with open arms
but now it's time to say goodbyes
and I can't say that I'm happy
but I will be waving with a smile