It's hard not to go over failures;
memories that made you sad.
A smart man sees experience
I'm just a common lad.
I feel the pain fresh each day
and it's not receding.
A common burden? Perhaps.
I'm frustrated with like-tales
trying to alleviate pain through shared trauma;
I don't care what they did
they're not me;
I should have known better.
Each night spent in a personal hell,
the silence and solitude bring clarity
to thoughts of yesterday
but that day will never come again.
Bob wrote it and Joan sang it best:
"...it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now"