The past now seems so dark,
Like murky water it’s hard to see.
It clearly shows where I’ve left my mark,
They all moan, “why did you leave me”.

I wish I had an answer that would make them happy,
But all I can say is that I had to get away.
To me that answer seems so crappy.
I just wanted a quiet place for my head to lay.

There is nothing I can do to fix any of it.
I wish they would stop looking at me like that,
When I tell them this they throw angry little fits.
I scurried off that sinking ship like a dirty rat.

I have no balm to help there wounds heal.
This makes them think I ignore their pleas,
And that I shut out all of their appeals.
I just think they can’t see the forest through the trees.