I wasn't there when she needed love.
He was.
So how can I be mad?
When I was the one created her loneliness.

I blame myself for all her pain.
I wasn't there when she needed comfort.
But he was.

He gave this and he gave that so much more than I could ever done.
He made her smile.
While I made her frown.

But at the very end, she took me back.
And while she did I still have regrets.