I can't understand what I do wrong half the time. My judgement is blurred half the time. I never once acted like this before I met you. Now I'm a simplicated sensation. I'm nothing; A laughing stock to some. I'm sorry for my vicious decline into this bedlam you see before your eyes. I adhere to the progress of my helpless desire to live. My innards are freezing inherently, like winter rain. I'm over infectious regret.