It’s all my fault

That afternoon, I stood at your door.
You bit your lip, and still said we should break up.
My pleading and my tears did nothing.
Maybe I should taste this bitter fruit myself.

All the ways you gave in to me—I never really got them.
I thought love was so strong it needed no reason.
My heart began to shake; I felt your pain.
But your face was already cold.

It’s all my fault.
Does saying sorry now still help?

You said you don’t love me anymore.
I tried to bring back our happy days.
You only told me not to hold on.

It’s all my fault.
Does saying sorry now still help?

You said you like the life you have now.
You walked me back through the hurt we gave each other.
And you told me: don’t come to apologize again.
So I will accept the ending.