The Breakup

The Breakup I'm guilty again. Committed a sin. Upset you somehow, again. You say I'm to blame. I tell you my side, You say 'it's not the same." Why are you yelling at me? What have i done? Iv'e apologized a hundred times, For me this is not fun. You break my heart, and rip my mind apart. Do you do this with malice? Or are you oblivious? I can't take much more of this. I feel my resolve begin to break. Crying while my body shakes. You promise you didn't mean it that way. But in a couple days you'll do the same. If i can't be who i need to be. Then you can't have me. I need to be free.