It’s not your fault,
That I woke up in the middle of the night to answer your calls.
That I got dressed to pick you up from afar.
Knowing that I had more important things to do.
But It’s not your fault.
That you sold me a fantasy,
And like an idiot, I believed it.
It’s not your fault though,
Because the fault is all mines.
For being nice to you.
For believing in your fantasy.
And for that I’m sorry.