this is a mess
what have I done?
this wasn't what was supposed to happen.

you were supposed to hear.
and you were supposed to cry
and I was supposed to end up down the hall in a room of my own.

this needs to end.
I can't stand it anymore.
neither of us is happy.
so why do we keep pretending?

what I did was wrong but what you did was no better.

and this mess,
this mess,
this mess that I've created! it shouldn't have happened.
but you gave me no reason to stop it.