Look at the mess you left behind
As you ran away to join them
A mess you thought no one would find
When you tried to cut off its stem
You thought you'd not get called on it
That you'd get off scott-free
And not get in trouble, not one little bit
But you're wrong because you hurt me.
You made me feel like I'd made things worse
That I hadn't helped at all
Like all I'd done was confuse and curse
How could you have the gaul?
I may never figure your motives out,
But I wanted to leave you this to think about.