There's a problem with putting off a problem.
Remember that when you put something out of sight,
but not quite out of mind...
Shelving it for later, top right in the very back.
More importantly no where near the front.
Then one day it gets to heavy, the shelf cracks and caves.
Now its right in your face, tugging at your heartstrings.
This is a flood that's been years in the making.
I've got too much straw and not enough back
to possibly keep it in the corner it's grown larger in.
The pressing questions weighing all the more after the process of time.
The kind of questions that cause late nights.
The kind that worry all your fingernails right off.
The kind that may never have an answer.
Least not one that provides any satisfaction.
Some holes can't be filled,
and some roles can't be replaced.
You were never there, why try now?
It's funny all the effects I never stopped once to consider.
Had to do without, grow up without.
Grow up alone.
Am I better for it?
Probably.
Can I ever forgive you?
Maybe.
Does it still hurt?
Forever.