Most days I question my decision
Wishing I could turn back time and shut my mouth
Because I feel how the relief is fading
While turning into a burning shame that I don't want you to know about

I hate that you're aware
That I spilled it all while thinking I was in over my head
Believing that I couldn't do it on my own
Having you all worried, while I'm now saying that it isn't all too bad

I know that I'm stupid
I'm so damn wrong for telling...