It was my fault too.
I picked fights over the smallest things.
And let my overthinking get the best of me.
It was my fault too.
I rather stay quiet and not tell you when I'm sad, or hurt, or mad.
It was my fault too.
I wanted to fix things NOW even if you asked for space because I was scared.
It was my fault too.
I let scenarios that never happens consume my thinking.
It was also MY fault.
But I didn't mean it...
I wasn't always like this.
I'm just loving you the way my toxic household taught me how to.
