The Mess I Made

Should've kissed you there 
I should've held your face 
I should've watched those eyes 
Instead of run in place 
I should've called you out 
I should've said your name 
I should've turned around 
I should've looked again 
But ohh, 
I'm staring at the mess I made 
I'm staring at the mess I made 
I'm staring at the mess I made 
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away

I'm so frustrated at this point. Why wouldn't I just walk away right now? This isn't healthy anymore. I thought this would be good for us and it's turning out to be more hazardous that helpful. This hurts. I can't stand too much pain anymore. I have waited patiently for everything to get better but now I can't see anything but the bad and it is scaring me.

--The Mess I Made-Parachute--