while you say
that your life is changing for the better,
mine is taking a turn for the worse.
while you worry about your own well being,
mine crashes down.
and still, I continue to be blamed for your mistakes,
as you rise yourself up to the top,
I can see your face
as I fall to the bottom.
but yes, it is all my fault,
for I am the reason your love for me has run out,
though I am expected to keep mine flowing.
so this is where I stand,
where you've left me to rot,
all by myself,
do you love me?
I guess not.