Pain

You're upstairs,
I'm down,
What a fool,
What a clown,
I hurt you so much,
I feel it here,
It can't be solved,
By drinking beer,
So instead I cry and look into the night,
And as much as I try with all my might,
I can't help but think that we should be,
Yet it's been fucked up because of me,
I'm broken,
So are you, 
What can we say,
What can we do,
I've done this even though you say it's you,
I've done this that much is true, 
So stay in my bed,
I will come up,
Your body I won't feel,
Boobs I won't cup,
I'll wear my clothes,
Even though it's uncomfy,
Just to make you feel better,
And leave the past be