It's like blaming someone else for the weather
A poison that is not quick to leave the mind
it just lays to waste behind your eyes
and when the liquor flows it takes you for a ride

It's an inability to forgive someone's mistake
and inevitably forsaking them
always some what jaded by a moment shared
in which your heart wasn't spared

It's like a freckle formed by the sun
time has put it there and it can not be undone
so now we must live with this new mark
that gives us hell because now there is no fresh start