Placing the Blame

Your cold and windy love fit once like a glove now you out and about With what's his name Your cold and selfish love You once appeared to me as an angel from above Now we've given up on us Your cold self-serving love It smothers us to a dismal mist your now latching on to my life like an awful painful cist. Well I guess I should be man enough to take the awful blame I know, cause your in there somewhere and your really still the same. My self-centered ego won't let me proclaim I just all along wanted from you to be just a dame.