Feeling Low

I know I've been feeling low
I can't get myself out of this hole
I lost the only one I trust
He tried to kill me
He was a coward
Maybe not
He thought about it

Thought about what he would lose
And thought about what the others would do
And I sometimes think what would've happened
If he went through with it
Would it fuck everything up?
Or would they forget about him?
Move on, move along
He's gone and you can't bring him back

What has happened is done
There's no changing the past
He's gone
You can't bring him back

You'd like to think his in a better place
But in reality if he's not here then he's nowhere
He's six feet in the dirt
Blending all in with the earth
You grieve over his gravestone
On top of his withered bones
And wonder
What you could have done
What if you could've stopped this
Don't put that on yourself
Just forget about it
Mend and move on

I like to think about that sometimes
'Cause when I'm feeling low
I look back at the times I was lower
You can't get much lower
Lower than that
Any lower

I'm ashamed of what I've done
But if hadn't done it
I would be right back where I started