Being Torn In Two

It's hard for me to look you in the eye.
Without the horrible guilty feeling, it just makes me want to die.
What I did was terrible, no one deserved it.
I love you to pieces, and that I'll admit.
But what else was I suppose to do?
Inside I was being torn in two.

If I stayed and longer who knows what I would've done.
It was a destructive relationship we had, that's all it was.
I had to leave before someone got hurt.
Maybe leaving was the most selfish part of all.
But what else was I suppose to do?
Inside I was being torn in two.

Leaving didn't help, I left you there all alone.
I panicked and it was the most painful thing I could've done.
If I could go back in time, I would do it differently.
I would've told you i was leaving more gently.
But what else was I suppose to do?
Inside I was Being torn in two.

Or I could've brought you with me. Rescue you from the hell we were living in; we could've been free!
But would you have wanted to live life clean?
I didn't think so, to you it was still fun, we were still thirteen.
But I was over it, and you would've laughed in my face.
That's why i left so fast, running at such a pace.

But what else was I suppose to do?
Inside I was being torn in two.