I used to love my grandparents I used to live with them

They loved me I could tell, I knew it was not a good idea to steal their car when I did I always have that little regret in me now and I know it left them confused. I just needed to get away from everything and live alone in the woods. No one but me to worry about, man I really do regret betraying some of the only people who actually gave a shit about me. Not anymore