San Francisco, CA.
Please tell me what it is I've done to you,
To make you say, "I quit, we're thru!".
Was it I who caused the mistiness in your eyes,
The reason for all your late night cries.
If it was, then I apologize for everything I've put you through,
I acted foolishly;as if I didn't have a clue.
I've always meant my intentions to be good,
To be able to love you as only a husband could.
Unfortunately, our expectations were too much to live up to,
So I sit here asking, "What else can I do?".
Please don't read this thinking that I'm weak,
For it's not your sympathy that I seek.
I just ask that you look at me, as you once did before,
As the man you once fell in love with;no less and no more.
Take me into your arms again,
If not as your lover, then please just as a friend.
All I want is to prove to you,
That living a life without you, I could never do.
So indulge me with an answer;"Is it true?",
That it was I who made you say, "I quit, we're thru!".