psychosomatic

Got caught in the swing of things I never really saw The harm I caused The fear and gauze You needed I said my dear I Loved you It was wrong of me I should have seen The things I'd done Even now my words Condescending herds Of cattle To your ears Although I might not ever know What You're thinking I know my faults Numbered as the stars Aren't mine alone We share this clone Of guilt, a pang of fear