What have I done to you?
What did I do to hurt you?
Why are you mad?
Why are you leaving me?
Look at what you have done to me.
These are the questions that run through my mind as I watch you sink lower and lower.
I will never be able to hear the answers.
Yet I will still have questions.
As you are slowly disappearing so are the dreams I want to tell.
The story has finally end, and I am starting to see the end.
It is starting to feel true to me.
I still do not believe that this is true.