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