I can’t understand what I do wrong half the timeMy judgement is blurred from this last year of defeatI never once acted like this before I met youNow I’m a simplified sensationI’m nothing; a laughing stock to someI’m sorry for my vicious decline into this bedlam you see before your eyesI adhere to the progress of my helpless desire to liveMy innards are freezing inherently, like winter rainI’m over infectous regret