I don't know

I'm fine.

I know, I know everything's changed now.

We're not as close, as sweet as we used to be; I don't know what's going on anymore.

I'm just as confused as you are. I don't know what to do, I wish nothing changed.

Everything's different,

but I'll be fine.

There dear, I slashed it.

But doesn't that just prove my point?

Everything I do hurts someone, everything I do turns out wrong, I never expect things to turn out the way it always do and I just end up screwing everything.