You're right, I've got a lot of problems...
But they belong to me.
You think they're yours, but they're not.
Everybody that walks in that door
becomes part of your problem.
Anybody that comes in contact with you.
I didn't want to be part of your problem, but I am.
I'm leaving my husband, and maybe I would have anyway,
but the fact is, is, I'm doing it now, and part of it's because of you.
You've had an effect on my life.
This isn't supposed to happen.
I've spent nine years structuring my life so this didn't happen..