him he his

when you talk it's bad
and when you don't talk
it's worse
damn
can't win for loosing
so now what do you do?
scratch your head and contemplate?
you sit and wonder
how in the world did this shit happen?
and you look off to the side
and go down memory lane.
you get so caught up in the past that you forget
that someone's there
beside you.
and who is he?
he is who i think about...