…too much violence on these streets.

I see it day in and day out, and I really wish that I didn't, because

It's just one of those things that never settles right.

And why is it that stuff like this has to happen before someone realizes

That it's all screwed up and someone needs to do something, before

It gets to be too late?
I don't get it.


But at the same time, I do.

Somehow, it makes sense.

He sees his mother murdered, and goes for the one who did it.

Vicious, neverending cycle.

Why does it have to be this way?
Another one of those questions without an easy answer.

And of course it'd hit me when I least expect it.


Right when I start thinking about my own family again.

There's a reason why I don't ever say anything,

Why I don't bring anything home, because there's always a chance

That one case will turn out to be the one that makes something happen,

And it happened once, and now I'm sitting here staring at divorce papers.

Divorce papers. Of all things.

This is a lot worse than the note Kathy left when she up and disappeared on me.


Told Liv about it after I got shot.

Hadn't signed them then, and I'm not going to sign them now.

Don't know if it's just because I'm being stubborn,

Or if I really think there's still a chance, because I'm

Really hoping that there is one, because I don't want to give up…

Don't want to let go.

But if I have to…


Don't know if I can.

Gave her my high school ring on the day we graduated,

And she hasn't given it back yet, which makes me wonder,

'Cause she might have, if she didn't think this was gonna work,

And I haven't talked to her in a while, and wish I could,

Without getting into some kind of argument…

Seems like that's all that ever happens lately.