Walking Out

Sometimes i think of how much i care,
but know its never enough,
while i see you walking out,
and packing up your stuff!

Everyday that you've been gone,
is a day I'm much more scared,
cuz every day we were side by side,
and for this i wasn't prepared.

I though i gave you everything,
but i guess it wasn't good,
cuz eventually i realized,
you never loved me like you should!

So maybe i saw it coming,
i just didn't want to see,
that maybe it was in me face,
but didn't want it to be!

And now i think its all my fault,
that i couldn't be what you needed,
and as you were walking out,
i was the one that pleaded!

In the end I'm not OK,
I'm alone and very afraid,
but i thought that not loving you right,
that this was the price i paid!

I'm sorry i couldn't be "the one",
but i thought things were going well,
i guess thats the problem with relationships,
and it that you just cant tell!