After your stories,
after everything you tell me,
it's still on me.
In one form or another.
This twisted cycle,
will not end.
And the torment I feel,
is from my own actions.
I can put blame
where it's due.
But ultimately, it was me
who left you alone.
And in your solitude,
you found someone else.
I wish it could end,
all of it.
Just put me out of my misery
and the pull the trigger.
I deserve it.
I might not have made the decision,
but that decision would have never
had to been made if I were still here.
If I hadn't left you as I did.
But now,
I see how bad it truly was.
How it stemmed all the way back,
starting with me.
I am your true fault,
I am the one who made you.