I’d like to enjoy sad songs and wish you back.

But your love for me is gone now, I cannot backtrack.

Want to pretend all is good with me, go out, have a blast, a few beers surely.

But I’m not all good, never wanted this to be.

“Worry not!” They say, “You’ll find someone”. Just not with one I truly wanted to be.

Yet it was “bound to happen” some might say.

Yet I would have done anything not to see that day.

Followed the dream and lost the love?

Or simply lost the dream that was love?

Day by day to live with regret?

Or to try and move on and simply forget?

“Should have seen it” I sometimes say.

But what’s wrong with living blindly in love, not visualizing that day?

Mad at you, I try to be,

But my broken heart is not angry.

Blame all myself? Easy it would be.

But it takes two to disagree.

Sorry, I guess, for being me. Mistakes made, cannot change the plea.

Being old together was a day I’d wish I’d see.

Life goes on, okay I will be. Never will regret love, lucky me.

You chose to end it, now please be free.

Wish you all the best and the same for me.