It's not me, it's you.
I'm done blaming myself when I know I've done nothing wrong.
I could sit here and name all the thing that need to be fixed, because they can be fixed,
But I've done that countless times and you never seem to hear me.
I'm tired.
Not of you, but of how you do things that hurt me and you don't even realize it.
Of wondering just what I mean to you.
Of having to remind you of all the things that are ruining us.
They're ruining us and you don't understand why or how.
I'm tired.
I just want to go to sleep and dream of how things were.
Of how they will be eventually
Because I'm not smart enough to give up.
Not yet.
I want to sleep, but I can't.
Because you're not here.
And the dreams make me long for things that, deep down, I know won't be.
It's you,
It's not me.
I wish so bad that you would change that.
