Mystery

What did I do to deserve such misery?
Is it such a mystery?
Hoping history
Shall clear it up in time.
Maybe I was wrong,
Your mountain was much taller to climb.
Your book much deeper,
Should of read it line for line.
Your home more than two stories.
The third went straight to your mind.
Your piggybank,
More than just nickels and dimes.

Took you for granted,
Maybe, but maybe is all I have to go by.
No more tears shed,
Nor eyes blood shot red,
Hoping you'd see me just to say high.
Peeking through curtains of my window,
Hoping you'd walk by.
Was willing to make you a stalker victim,
But couldn't commit the crime.
I could make misery,
Truly history
If to see you just one more time.

So walls are tumbling,
Caving in so tell me if you're ready to break through?
Molded by god's finest flesh and you knew,
So whom else but me could you possibly give it to?
Is what you're doing to me just a test
Of how great someday we could be?
Must have been daydreaming
Thinking we could live so happily.
Now your gone
As misery takes its toll.
Never to achieve my goal
And well you not wanting me,
Let that mystery linger to haunt my soul.