I was finally free
Free of that devilish, devious, dervish
It was a question, of how it could be over,
to everyone but me
How does one drown,
and not realize they're getting wet?
I was so confused,
this wasn't anything I planned
And I, having so little experience in such matters,
I tried to collect my things; my life
How does one pack a pound of guilt,
into a half pound soul?
Who really cares whose fault it is, or was
And everyone did what they can
to ignore the present
and lament the past
How could they not?