Its coming up on May again.
I think about Isaac, what I thought was right.
Missing him home so much I can't even allow myself to see it.
Thinking about his father and feeling pissed off.
Wanting to lay some blame but feeling so lost.
Can't say that I don't think about what life
might have been like.
Feeling relieved by what I thought was right.
What kind of life would we have had?
Knowing how crazy I feel more often than sad.
That's really saying something cause I am sad
all the time.
Tired of blaming myself for someone else's crime.
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