I used to blame you for the
pang of hurt that always hit me.
For the constant feeling of
being alone and very empty.

I always made so many excuses for
the terrible things you've done.
I stayed for reasons I claimed many,
but really, they're close to none.

Got a wake up call and finally realized
that I'm the one to blame.
For I'm the one who never complained
when you gave me so much pain.

I tolerated your attitude and hoped that,
maybe, you'd change for the better.
But I'm done with it now. So when I say
"you've lost me", I mean every letter.