Know.

I know.

I know what  you're going to say to me.

I know you're going to tell me this is my fault. And it is, so I'll let you say it.

I know I have absolutely no right.

But here I am.

You know I still need you in some form in my life. You know that.

You know I can't do anything right the first time.

You know that when I actually realize what I've done, it's usually too late.

I know you're just following my orders.

You know I've begged you to never listen to a word I say.

You know I didn't really want this.

I know you didn't want this either.

You and I both know it was a mistake.

So what now?