Is it my fault that I was abused by a male foster career when I was four. And is it my fault because I couldn't stop him.
Is it my fault I see red when you send Owen out on a Tuesday and Friday. And is it my fault that you've not sorted out my therapy.
Is it my fault feelings for people I shouldn't. And is it my fault that some of the friends I had in the past walked all over me.
Is it my fault I still have nightmares that make me cry. And is it my fault that people keep leaving me.
Is it my fault that I open up better to women than to men. And is it my fault that I read books based on serial killers and cannibals.
Is it my fault that I like to walk at nighttime rather than in the daylight. And is it my fault that you've not been to see me.
