A Rush & Siege

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.