McNamara from The Bitterroot by Everything in Pen

Being sorry is not the issue
Being sorry won’t correct a wrong
You must get up every morning
Calculate the evil you have done
See if it’s worth the outcome

They don’t want to see the numbers
They just want to act as if they have
Call us one thing when we’re winning
What will you call me if I lose instead
Can you believe I listened

You don’t understand
You might be right
But you’re still short-sighted
Even if it wasn’t worth the fight
We would do it all again
You don’t understand
It wasn’t a choice I was making
You’ve no idea what we were facing
You don’t know what’s involved

No man could be all that bad
Who loves the mountains like you do
No man could be all that bad
Who loves the mountains like you
Like you

And if reason has its limits
If rationality is not enough
In the end I guess I’d rather
Be damned for all the things I don’t
In the crowding out of silence

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