You call it off.

It is you, but you make it like it was all my fault.
Don't you have a share in it?
You call it off.
I'm trying to get you back, but you don't give me any chance.
Am I that bad?
I really wonder what you tell others about me,
or why you break up with me.
You call it off.
I'm the one suffering here.
After all what you've done to me,
you still say that I'm the bad person?
You happy with that guy,
while I'm here regretting my mistakes,
hoping to be better.
You're ain't a Saint, well obviously  I'm not.
You call it off.
I delete you, because it remind me off us.
You can move on.
Why I can't?
or you want to shove it in my face,
how happy you with that guy?
I don't mind..
it just, it is too depressing, sad and unbearable.
and
You call it off.

-suffering in dark-