Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don't care to think them through

One way. No turn on red. No chewing gum in school.

Rules, rules, rules. So many of them. And I followed each one, presisely, making sure I never neglected one.

It frustrated me so much to know that the one thing I wanted more than anything in the world was against the rules I so scrutinizingly followed.

I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

It made me sick to think I wasn't doing what I was supposed to. It made me sick to think that I actually liked it.

I mean, I was supposed to be the good girl. Who always did what she was supposed to. I was not this...this...lying, sneaking person who did foolish things for love. It just wasn't me!

It was worth it for awhile, like secret loves always are. When he looks into your eyes and tells you you're the only one, that you aren't alone, all that. But when I tried to look at myself in the mirror, tried to handle the stress, it was just...too hard. I couldn't handle it.

Who are they
where are they
how can they possibly
know all this
Who are they
where are they
how can they possibly
know all this

I couldn't help wondering who exactly made up these rules, but I quickly shoved it out of my mind, telling myself it didn't matter, all that mattered was that I followed them.

My mind was constantly spinning, torn between rules and love. Everything was suddenly unbalanced -- the precarious balanced life I had so meticuloulsy built for myself was teetering...

Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
that ignorance is bliss

I never used to lie to myself before. Now I do that all the time...I look myself in the eye in the mirror and I tell myself it isn't my fault, I had no control...what kind of person does that? What kind of person looks themselves in the eye and lies?

I can't believe I'm doing this. Disobeying all these rules.

who are they
where are they
how can they
know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

In a love story, or a movie, I would end up thinking love was far more important than all these rules, so would my parents and the rest of the world, and Derek and I could just be together but...

I'm sorry. But life just isn't like this.

I'm sorry, but I just can't do that.

I'm sorry, but I can't live with myself anymore.

I'm sorry, but I can't find the answers.

I'm sorry.