Excerpts from a story I'll never write

The right or wrong I have done

At first I was the one with heartbreak, but now I am the one doing the breaking.
Where was the line, how did this start?
Am I making a mistake or is it good for us to be apart?

I guess we will see, it's a part of life
But now you see, someone was stabbed, and I have a knife

This was my doing, I do not wish to intend
Any pain on anyone else, I can not comprehend
What I am doing, how I got here
So now I live in fear
Of what I will do
And what I will lose