When you tell me your stories
When you rant to me
I start to realize
Things you don't
Like your boraderline personality disorder
Which you can at least
See how it works
But then
Theres your depression
And it kills me to see it in you
Seeing your child like sense
Fade
You not knowing what it is
How the parinoia sets in
How the over thinking
Takes place
How you're just confused
How you don't know
Why or how
This happened
And I can't help
But blame myself
What if I had been nicer
What if I didnt cheat
What if...
I'm sorry I can't be better
I'm sorry I can't help
I'm sorry I can't fix this
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
