you took a match
to my heartstrings
till nothing was left
to even cling

left with a heart
with nowhere to turn
and there you are
watching it burn

There is an exhausted dog following behind
Guilt seeps down his flowing mouth
He's falling asleep, he's going blind
He'll never make it down south

He whimpers for better dialogue
He begs me for energy
But I am that dog
And that dog is me

Tell me, who's most at fault?

Me; for believing you?

You; for doing whatever it took to fill up your loneliness?