That's all I'm good at,
just pushing away.
You deserve none of what I give,
yet why do I give it all.
You can tell me it wasn't my fault,
tell me all you like,
I will always know it is,
and I will always know it was.
I hang my head in shame,
as I watch you fall apart.
I sit on the side lines,
wishing I was different,
that these weren't my ways.
Why do I do it,
why do I push away,
why cant I keep you close,
just like the rest?