Who would've thought that
You are still held responsible
For the way you behave
In times of great sorrow

Who would have thought that
The death of a great man
Would also bring about
The death of two great friendships

Boy did I **** up....




                                                      ­                         Oh man I ****** up


                Regret is a living breathing thing
                
No one told me I was doing wrong
Not even when I got so bad they all left

                                         And now that they are gone, now that they have left me here,
                           Now I just think of how much a summer of grief can lead to a lifetime of regret