Burden

Sometimes you just stumble down the track and you know you're gonna' say something you regret and do something you regret and once that person's gone, they're gone. That's it. You're so pissed at them and you're tired of feeling sorry for them. You love them. But you're still angry and a little hurt.

Yet, you know all this time is short. You don't know how short. It just is and you can feel it in the core of your soul. And mayber you're wrong. You've been wrong before. Hell, you're wrong all the fucking time and why would this be any different, right?

There's that part of you that's about ready to wash your hand of the gahdamm thing and be done with all of it. But you don't. You know there'll be regret later. And you know when they're gone, they're gone.