You didn't try to help. You didn't even stop.
I got scared. I freaked a hell.
And she died. On the side of the road.
I think about that night every day. It's all I think about. I wish I could take it back.
I don't wanna hear about how bad you feel. Tell me why you did it.
Does it matter?
It matters to me.
I don't know, okay? I mean, I was coming after you. You got the girl I didn't. It was hard for me handle. I just... I wanted you to pull over. And all just... it got out of control.
So what? It was all an accident? A mistake?
I know that doesn't change anything. So if you wanna finish this... I'm not gonna fight back.
I'm not doing any favors. You have to live with what you did. It's over.








