Why do I stay when I want to go?
Is it because I have hope?
Or maybe it is because I don't want to be alone.
I stay and all I do is complain.
Complain that I might be going insane.
Insane of the thought that it might be my fault.
But who is to blame?
Is it me or is it him?
Neither one of us will go.
Although we know we must go.
All we do is ignore the pain.
Of all the words we exchange.
I know I must go but I don't know.
If I go I will be alone.
But why do I stay?
Only to hear him say
"You're to blame for all my unhappiness and pain."
I know I'm not to blame for the choices he has made.
So I stay hoping he will grow.
Grow in love and be consoled knowing I will never go.
