And I don't know whom to blame
The road on which we met
Or is it my eyes I should hate?
My heart that easily scrunched
Or my poor hopes you crushed?
Our hallo or our sad goodbye?
The truths I told or your lie?

You say It's all lame
Yet echoes of the past are always near
Haunting my present, creating fear
The good things gone triggering a tear
Clinging to pillows of memories dear
Dust of regret rising here after
The warm tears in my laughter

Was it a game?
That you had to come around and win
That you had to dump everything in the bin
Without considering where we'd been
That you had to wipe the memories clean
That you swerved after letting me lean?