Too Much, Too Soon

Did I love bomb? I spoke too much, spoke too soon. I didn't mean to, I was unjust, I was scared. When you aren't given love, you accept whatever is given. A curse that wrecked me ashore many times, unforgiving. I swear I can change, I swear I can help. But I'm dancing alone on stage, the fire, it melts. Im sorry if I was too much, if it was too soon. I've been trying to heal my bloody gashed wounds. I don't want to bleed on you, I'm sorry if I do. I understand emotions all too well but can never self advise. The therapist, the last to cry. I wish I could take back what was said, to everyone else, and to you. Because I always speak too much, I always speak too soon.