Strike out

Blaming myself, was all I could ever seem to do.

When I was little
I remember doing things together
I asked if you would leave
you said never
Looking back...
I know my life has been a lie
Sometimes I wish the memories
would just die
you never call
your never there when I need you
It's always me who does it all
you blame it on the lawn
or because you have to work
and all I can do is give the phone a stupid look
you haven't seen me in a year
or barely even spoke
your silent treatment is getting old
more words have been spoken by the pope.
I loved you once
but you have buried that
I feel like a strike out
who still goes up to bat
knowing I will lose
I give it a try
I forgive and forgive
but our relationship has died
you got mad because of my style
knowing everything that went down
after all these years -- you are still in denial.