So now I assume I'm the second choice.
Maybe never even got to the point of being a choice.
It just looked like a dream-
I was helpless.
I was reckless.
I was powerless.
And these are all my mistakes.

Something has to be wrong with me.
Why am I like this?
Like I've been stabbed in the back,
With a knife so delightful.
As sharp as every edge of...