The wall

I still sit here
and I wonder what's wrong with me?
Then I have a revelation,
and I realise.
But there is nothing wrong with me
it's what's wrong with you.
On the rebound
Out to suck the life out of someone good
Someone who is together
Someone who is happy.

That's what's wrong with you.

Indeed there is nothing wrong with me,
I was the perfect friend,
Perfect companion,
I made the mistake of letting you in.

Next time the wall stays up.