Mix...

Now I know...
Or better, now I could see that I was unfair...
The pain covered my vision and didn't let me see straight...
I could never say that...
It's a lie...
It was only pain talking...
Now, when I think about that I know,
If I was ok I would never said that...
But now, things can't be undone.
The past can't be changed, just the future...

I'm not capable of separate and when I mix things
This is what happens:
More pain...