Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This

When You’ve Been Poor All Your Life, You Never Really Think It Could Be Any Other Way. And Sometimes You’re Even Happy, Because At Least You’ve Got Your Family And Your Health And Your Arms And Legs And A Roof Over Your Head.

I Want To Run. To Do What I Always Do, Have Always Done, For The Last Five Years Of My Life. Escape, Flee Into The Shadows. But This Time, I Stand My Ground. I'm Tired Of Running.

Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound Of Her Gun's Click That Her Gun Isn't Loaded. Apparently She Just Wants To Slap Me Around With It.

Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This One. Not Yet.

So, When I Thought June Might Take You Away, I Didn’t Know What To Do. I Felt Like She Was Taking Everything That Mattered To Me. I Felt Like She Was Taking Away From You All The Things That I Didn’t Have. That’s Why I’m Sorry. I’m Sorry Because You Shouldn’t Have To Be Everything To Me. I Had You, But I’d Forgotten That I Had Myself Too.