Sometimes I wonder,

 Why I am still waiting?

Or what piece of mine am I waiting for?

The one I lost in keeping you,

Or the one I never had in me?

If only you could read my mind,

You'd be in tears.

But who do I blame for the sorrow in my mind?

Do I blame you for making me feel so miserable?

Or do I blame myself for letting you do so?

I shouldn't blame you for not choosing me.

I didn't do so either,

It's alright.