Why?

The games you played,
The tricks you tried,
The pranks you pulled.
I didn't mind.
 
You moved,
You danced,
You sang,
Your own song.
I didn't mind.
 
You were a broken mess.
I needed something to fix.
I was sure that you were the one for me.
But, I had nothing to hold on to, and,
Nothing to let go off.
 
You were out there,
Having fun of your own.
I was here, happy.
Thinking we were going to die together.
Thinking we could do this together.
Then, why my love, why?
 
It's hard to go on.
The bubble of happiness you created for us,
Prodigal, returns to haunt me, to taunt me.
So tell me why my love, why?
 
Now, I need something to fix.