If that's how you really feel, I say in a condescending way, my actions tell you to leave, but my heart would rather you stay, but its too late you're gone, in that moment I ask where'd we go wrong, did we ever stand a chance or were we doomed all along, unanswered questions cause me to become vexed, and wonder who will receive your love next, one mans release is another mans catch, while another man's trash is another man's treasure, never believed in cliches until i saw you two together, maybe we should've tried, to revive the love we both buried alive, in a blink of an eye, it went from we to just me, us with no trust, looks of admiration turned into disgust, was it because i didn't treat you good enough, or did you know of my secret addiction to another's women touch, I blame myself, though the gun was first in your hand, you never confessed but I knew of your love for another man, and you stand there and honestly say you play no role, in how we lost ourselves, how we lost control...