I'm tired of talking to you
Everything you say is horribly blue
The sadness inside of you, I knew
From the day we met and grew.

It's always the same sentences
With bitter, sadness, and rough edges
Everything filled with regretfulness,
Depression within your messages

Was it my fault that you're like this?
I cheered you up with hugs and kisses
And I really can't seem to reminisce
the problems you've told me that I've dismissed

Maybe it was truly my fault
For leaving you trapped inside this vault
Where fear and anxiety assault
In a way that it never seemed to hault

I've tried my best to be patient with you
But everything you say is always so blue
Is sadness really what seeks of your heart?
Or is it just a way to tear my world apart?