Confused. No. It can't describe how I feel at this moment.
Why? Why do you have to come in and mess me up real bad?
You would say that it isn't your fault. Think about it.
You crashed me up so bad like a tissue paper and say
It's my fault. I didn't ask you to destroy me.
I let you into my life thinking that maybe
Maybe you would leave a happy mark on me
One that I would call my favorite memory
But no. You wrecked me so bad from that moment
The moment you stepped into my life. You screwed
My life was not perfect but I tried to stay happy
Till you stepped in...
