It all goes back...

Well yes.. Lucy and I did this for my ex - Jake... he has fracked up our lives more than you all know, but yeah. Hopefully he'll make some change for the better.... this is the poem we wrote about him...


It All Goes Back…


You talk so much shoot
Thinking the drugs will make you stronger
We always knew you would second-guess yourself
Best friend, Girlfriend, makes no difference to you
Thinking you’re the only one that matters
Look out for yourself, yeah I get it, your childhood, shattered
You don’t have the worst life
Go ahead and act like you can put a price on all the shoot we did for you
We loved you; we would have done anything for your @$$
But hey, it’s all in the past
Smoke it up boy, try to make it better
See if you’re ever going to have a real future
In the end, you’re not going to know what you really lost
Oh, and religion is a game to you? I stand by my faith
That’s right, my Faith
All those lies, blind all their eyes
But we know the truth
You’re just making life easier for yourself
Boys, Girls, it doesn’t matter, just trying to get laid
Doing anything just to make it through the day
And you call us sluts?
frack that! Ever heard of self-respect?
Yeah, it’s something you don’t understand, something you just don’t get
We don’t care if you hate us
You’re not in control and not a thing will make you better
Trying to hurt us in anyway possible?
That’s fracked up, and you know it’s true
He won’t leave us
He’s not a backstabber
And you can’t take him from us
And again, it all goes back to self-respect
Real men don’t run when things go wrong
We’re not here; hopefully you’ll see that when the smoke clears
Go, run to the girl that will never love you
Tell her best friend everything
Cause you know tomorrow, she’ll use it against you
Just as you did to us, so many times before
You broke the best thing you ever had, for something that will never exist
And remember, we always loved you
Even when you fracked up
All those times we were right there with you
But then you throw the blame on us
Ruin my life why don’t you?
What do you think we do now?
Sit around and cry?
But you would like that, wouldn’t you?
Do you get it now; do you get how much you’ve hurt us?
The past is the past, but the past is haunting
And we’re starting to wonder…
Did you ever even really care?
With all the love we had to share
We always hoped… that you would be there