When I think about yuo, my dear, everything turns red.
I seeth with anger and a crushing sadness fills me.
I don't understand why I let you get that close.
You took advantage of the something I never would have let anyone near.
I sit and cry and hope that it'll all be better.
In the end maybe it will, but your image still haunts me.
I can't sleep without crying, knowing how badly you've changed me.
Possibly it was so you could get back at everyone, or maybe you were just sick in the head.
Either way, everything you ever did to me will come back to get you.
I hope so, because my life became a hell all because I met you.