Blame

blame

i'm sure this is all your fault
then again
i'm pretty sure it's all mine

i thought we were coping
thought we
were doing just fine

i can't imagine what happened
how we
could have made things better

i can't dwell on the past
sure can't
predict the weather

i've been asking myself
will things
ever be the same?

i'm wondering can i trust
you
or will this hurt remain?

i'm sure this is all my fault
but then-
i'm sure that it's not

i'm stuck with uncertainty
and that's
all that i've got.

When in Crisis, Write.

Retreating

i love you, i love you
i really do
it's just that right now
i'm barely making it through

i'm so tired of being tired
and sick of being sick
i'm tired of wondering
what makes you tick

i had dreams i had hopes
i had positive thoughts
now i have worry
inside of me, it rots

i want to run
i want to hide
but there is no running
from what's inside

i don't want promises
i don't want false hopes
i want out of this ring
my back's on the ropes

i'm cornered, i'm beaten
i'm bruised and bleeding
so if you don't see me
to my corner i'm retreating.