I think I loved you too much,
Gave you all of me, every touch.
I smothered you in every way,
Afraid you’d ever drift away.

I see it now, the mess I made—
The fear, the fights, the endless chase.
I know I wasn’t perfect, true—
I let my ego shadow you.

There was a hope you’d see it all—
The mess I made was just for you.
The mess I’ve become, a twisted plea,
Because you were everything,
Everything to me.

You were the world I wouldn’t lose,
A light I couldn’t help but choose.
I know it’s wrong, but it’s still true—
The mess I’ve made is all for you.