It wasn't you, it was me.

I shouldn't had left you.

It's just that, things weren't working out.

You know it's true.

I was miserable and unhappy.

I found myself aching to get away.

Your soft whisper still rings in my ears

But I had to go, I could not stay.

I thought I had found a better life with her.

The one of my dreams.

But you know what they say.

Nothing is ever quite as it seems.

The summer ended, I saw her true colours.

She became cold.

Bright fiery colours, rampant, vicious.

An indication of her soul.

Then she became white and soft.

Still cold.

Thats when I missed you.

I had to come home.

This country wasn't for me.

No, not at all.

I don't know how I could've survived life here

When I barely made it through fall.

I hope you forgive me,

Treason, one might say.

But you have to understand.

I just had to get away.

One thing stands out.

One thing is true.

I was the problem.

It was me, not you.