Poetry
B
My fault I put myself through this torture, letting things roll around in my head. It's my fault, I know, but your so easy to love, why can't I hate you instead? You make me feel so alive, and I like who I am when I'm with you, and although I know you don't feel the same, I somehow convince myself you do. So theres no point pretending I was ever over you, It's My fault, I know, and I wish you knew, That I'll always be yours, even when your not mine, so you see it's my Fault. It's my fault. It's my fault every time.
