Its all my fault

Once again i cried last night,
because of what you do
about the torture and the pain,
that i had put you through

if i said something sooner,
i could have done some good
it all could have changed you,
to do all that you could

but instead i kept my mouth shut,
as i try to fall asleep
i hate not telling someone,
but your secrets i still keep

i knew before our parents did
and I'm so glad they know
now i give them all the evidence
that i could possibly show

i also told the dean at school,
he seemed to understand
he thinks my family's crazy,
and the smartest girl he thinks i am

the dean cant help you though, disappointment behind my smile
the parents cant help you either because they are in denial

my chance to help you's passed,
and i did nothing at all
if only i had stopped you; its all my fault