You were the one to kneel down and hand me a ring
You were the one who planned the day
The day when you promised yourself to me and I to you
The day our souls were no longer just tangled together but became one
You were the one who hated it when we fought
You were the one who wanted this to work
Yet here you are,
Stone-faced and cold-hearted with that putrid pen and paper
Why is this happening?
You had said you loved me yesterday night
What could have gone wrong, from then to now?
Was it something I did? Something I said?
Or have you always been falling out of love and gave up trying?
Or have you simply always hated me since day one?
Was it all for my money?
Was it for my fame?
Was it for my beauty?
Or was it all just a horrible game you liked to play?