Freshly Corrupt
And just like that...
they were gone.
A glimpse through the windshield, couldn't make out the faces.
Then they were gone.
God that ache, it burns so deep.
This is my fault.
I am loved, and this is my fault.
I did this to them, I did this to me,
how could I be so selfish.
So now I'll just sit in silence in this darkness
contemplating decisions that I can't take back.
My only hope is to just be co callous that none of this matters anymore.
In other words: Normal.