did i do something wrong?

did i say something bad?

did i mess up so much
that hate sprung from the love we had?

i don't know if i did something wrong.

i don't know if i said something bad.

but i know that if i had known what's wrong
i could've fixed what we had.

but that's the thing
isn't it?

it's what we had.
what we used to have.

it's something i can't fix because
i still don't know what happened

i'm in the dark
i don't know
i'm clueless of what happened

of what happened for our "have" to be a "had"