i spend a lot of nights wondering what i did to make you change.
rightfully so, i should have held myself more accountable but i didn’t think i was that much of a burden.
got me up late, wondering why i don't act like this, why i can't do this, why i dont have this, why i’m missing whatever that you want.
and it stings a little worse cause i used to have it.
i sit in bed praying to God to tell me what to do for you, begging Him to make you fall in love with me again. no luck yet.