How many mistakes have I done? How many words came wrong? How many times did I choose the wrong ones? I don't feel like I'll ever come out of this neverending story. I don't think I will ever understand how the world works, how people judge other people, how you decide what's wrong and what's right.
I learned through mistakes that I did not want to lose him, as I did lose you, as I did lose them. I've had one too many drinks and I've made a fool out of myself. The only chance, lost. I think I've lost my light.
So I just want to say that I'm sorry.