Step one, you say we need to talk. He walks you say sit down it's just a talk. He smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through. Some sort of window to your right. He goes left and you stay right. Between the lines of fear and shame. You begin to wonder why you came.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.
Let him know that you know best, 'cause after all you do know best. Try to slip past his defense without granting innocence. Lay down a list of what is wrong, things you've told him all along. Pray to God he hears you, pray to God He hears you.
He begins to raise his voice. You lower yours and grant him one last choice: drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you've followed. He will do one of two things. He will admit to everything, or he'll say he's just not the same. And you'll begin to wonder why you came.
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