The fault is your own...

As I lay in my bed
I stare at the ceiling
Not believing
What I am hearing

The sound of your voice
Is broken and shaken
But that is my choice
Please dont be forsaken

You have left me no choice
With everything that you have done
How could it be?
That you let this become?

I gave you chances
As many as you needed
You made no advances
As much as I pleaded.

You did not heed my warnings
I was not successful.
Now Im in mourning
It all just became too stressful.

There is nothing more
I would rather do
Then explore
Life growing old with you.

That is no longer a reality
But it could be
If you change your mentality
At least to a tolerable degree.

I have memories
That has been shared by you and me,
And I can not disagree
We were once happy and they will never leave.

There is one last thing to say
I cant pretend that Im not blue,
There is one way to say this
Baby I miss you.
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