Well he was lookin' out the window
And I was starin' at the door
The dog was sleepin' on the sofa
This place has never been this quiet before
You can't pretend it never happened
You can't pretend it's still the same
You can't say you were only jokin'
You can't keep thinkin' things can go on this way

CHORUS
Some things you can't take back
Though you wish you could
Some things you can't take back
Though the glass has been broke
And the milk has been spilled
And your loves on the line
Some things you can't take back

When someone says there's no tomorrow
When the writings on the wall
After all have cried and spoken
And your poor heart has taken such a fall

REPEAT CHORUS

If I could reset the clock and go back in time
I'd erase the thoughts that went through my mind
You know I never would leave
And I'd still have you with me

You can't pretend it never happened
You can't pretend it's still the same
You can't say you were only jokin'
You can't keep thinkin' things can go on this way

REPEAT CHORUS

Some things you can't take back
'Cause in the cold light of day the pieces all blew away
And now I'm livin' a lie
Some things you can't take back


Dave sat in his apartment staring out the window thinking about one single night just months past that changed his life and not for the better. He was a fool. He knew it now even though he had not believed it then.

Randy danced into the hotel room he shared with Dave and immediately jumped up onto the bed bouncing happily with his head almost hitting the ceiling with each bounce thanks to his height. "Get down from there before you smack your fool head on the ceiling." Dave grumbled coming in and sitting on a chair not expecting him to listen. "You know that if by some chance you beat Benoit that belt belongs to Paul right?"

Randy had been so startled that he'd bounced off the bed and nearly broken his neck. Tilting up the beer bottle in his hand Dave emptied the golden liquid into his mouth then getting up made his way to the 'fridge standing there with the door open wondering what he was going to do now. He'd made the worst mistake someone in his profession could in a relationship. He hadn't believed his lover was capable in pulling off the big one. Not only that but he hadn't protected him from the big bad monster. He'd known Randy hadn't been paying attention to him that night. He'd known that he hadn't gotten past the "if by some chance" part to hear the" that belt belongs to Paul" ending.

Randy pranced into the locker room holding his belt high. In his excitement over his victory and proving Dave wrong he hadn't paid any attention to Paul and Ric. "HA you overgrown bully! HA! I told you that I could do it!" Dave growled unhappy too caught up in the angry words he and Randy had been sharing the last several weeks to remember the plan.

Paul hadn't forgotten anything though. The belt was his and he hadn't stopped until he got it back. Nothing else mattered to him. Not the enemy he was making in Randy, not the allies he was giving Randy, not the relationship he had helped to destroy all that mattered all that was important was him and his belt and it turned out that Dave had been a fool all along.

Sitting in the Evolution locker room Dave nursed his head quietly listening to Paul and Ric celebrate. Yet another victory over Randy, yet another feather in Paul's cap, but some how there was something stuck in Dave's head. That first Raw after, that speech Randy made on the stage, those words he had spoken and the images he had shown he couldn't forget what Randy had said. It's all about Paul. It was always all about Paul. Evolution wasn't a group. They were there for the soul purpose of ensuring Paul succeeded in whatever he set out to accomplish.

He'd tried to prove Randy wrong. Yet some how it was just never his time, some how it wasn't time for him to get that IC belt, it wasn't time for him to get a push, it wasn't time for anything but for him to be the enforcer and make sure Paul looked good.

Dave shut the 'fridge door and went back empty handed to sit in his chair again. It didn't matter now. He'd come to the fork in the road and chosen the wrong path. If he could go back in time he would undo that decision. Past helping Paul beat up Randy time and time again, past the betrayal in the ring the night after he beat Benoit, past warning he had tried to give Randy, back to the moment Paul had pulled him aside after Randy won the chance to face Benoit.

"You know that belt is mine, Batista. If Randy is fool enough to win that belt and take what is mine he's going down. I made him and I will break him. He'll never see it coming, not with you involved. Are you in?"

He should have said no. He should have punched Paul in the face, grabbed Randy and protected him. He should have done a lot of things, but he hadn't. He'd been too caught up in the promises being laid at his feet. He'd been too eager to get what he thought was coming to him. He'd been to blind to realize that if Paul could do it to Randy then he could do it to any of them.

So there he sat...

Alone…

In his apartment…

Staring out at the window…

Wondering what he was going to do now.

Uncle Kracker was right. Some things you can't take back.

You can't pretend it never happened.
You can't pretend things are still the same
You can't say you were only joking
You can't keep thinking things can go on this way.


So the question was what could he do? Cause he couldn't take it back, and he couldn't go on without him.

How do you mend the greatest betrayal ever?

Read story #2 Don't Know How To Live Without You