I hang my head
I see only the cracks in the pavement, moss growing through
Why didn't you tell me?
Not that there's anything I could've done I made a mess of things. Again.
Add one more reason why I should've left you out of it
Why didn't you tell me? It wasn't my fault. Not my fault.
It's hard to hear your words of encouragement,
That I'm a "good man," a "dedicated father"
I know that if J knew, she'd be gloating at your loss-- if she actually cared.
But I do.
And you know I do.
That's why you didn't tell me.
I'm not supposed to know, but I delicately ask if you need anything I shouldn't have involved you. I shouldn't have asked you for help.
That's why I hang my head in shame.
That's why I feel that I'm the one to blame.
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