'Perhaps, perhaps'.

I'm so lost, and I'm so confused. I feel like shit, and I have mostly you to thank. At least you now have wonderful proof of how your guilt trip worked on me.

I don't know why, and I don't know how. I need my sleep, but I'm so scared to dream. Now you have wonderful proof of how your guilt trip worked on me.

I'm sorry, and yet I feel like I shouldn't be. I feel like I could fall apart into a million piece, right here and now. Here, your guilt trip has worked on me.

Am I free now?