True love

The Last thoughts of me and you.
The Words you spoke to me on Sunday, when you already knew.. That it wouldn't last that much longer..
You just, ice cold, say,.. Baby, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you..
If you had told me then.. I would respect you after all.. But instead..
You waited for the 'perfect' moment, as you thought, and let me finish 'us' because you couldn't say it..

You stole so much energy of me,
Made me so tired of you
That I hadn't had any strength left to give us a last shot.
Even if you didn't want to..
I've given you this opportunity to prove you changed, you did change.
but you felt better with being the bad guy..
So end of story.. end of this wonderful 'true love' story.