POINT OF VIEW

I'm getting tired of asking, this is the final time. So, did I make you happy? Because you've cried an ocean when there's a thousand lines about the way you smile written in my mind, but every single word's a lie. I never wanted everything to end this way, but you can take the bluest sky and turn it grey. I swore to you that I would do my best to change, but you said it don't matter. I'm looking at you from another point of view, I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you. I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do...