Don't you think
It's not that I’m even mad at you anymore
I don't even hate you for what you've done to me
I just truly want you to find yourself
and happiness, even if it's not with me
I worry with the state of your soul
It's fading fast, creating a hole
It's a tragedy, a good heart’s lament
turning portentous soil to cold damp cement
I fear to wake up one day and hear you've perished
A self-inflicted tragedy
of someone I so dearly cherished
so dearly cherished
You're the father of my child
My first love and my best friend
That’s why it's so hard for me to accept
your actions to comprehend
It's funny how I so much want to hold you
after everything you put me through
To hold you might be my last
I'll miss you or maybe it's because
I pity you
If this isn't proof of how deeply I care
then you are too far gone to realise
that this thing you've been searching for
has always been right in front of your eyes
So each night when you lie alone thinking
remember what you had and what you'll be missing
Life in this one bedroom flat wasn't perfect
but our love and trust would’ve made it worth it
Don't you think?
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