The day before this
We talked about love
The day before this
We said we’re forever

Clearly you didn’t mean it
When you said you’d love me
Sitting underneath our favorite tree
With only me being here

Two years wasted on this
This thing you called “love”
I have a few questions before you go.
Why? Was my love not enough?

Was this cause of all my flaws
Was it my fault that you fell out of love
Hoping to see you one last time
Before we officially ended

But now I’m stuck here
My back against our tree
Craving for it back
But now I know it wasn’t for me

This date shall be known
As the day that I died
My love for that tree
Has it been all in vain?