I blame you
for all those sleepless nights,
the useless tears.
I blame you for
my broken heart
and the fact that I can't breath.
Your pleasure
was my pain.
Your anger
always my fear.
I thought you were different.
I assumed you had a heart.
Guess this is what I deserve,
but I'm still falling apart.
I blame you for
the wreckage my life has become.
I sit here alone thinking,
what have you done?
