I wish I never told you,
What I did.
I wish it was still my secret,
Still just a fracture of this brokenhearted girl.

But I was drunk,
Drunk on depression.
And you asked me to open up, to come clean.
So what else could I do?

I couldn't think of a lie good enough, fast enough.
Didn't know how to change the subject,
Didn't think you'd let me change the subject.
So I told the truth, thinking what else could I do?

I didn't want you to apologize,
I didn't even want you to know.
I didn't want you to see how broken I was,
Or how broken I still am.

But what else could I do?
When you were there, feeling so alone,
And asking for the truth,
What else could I do?