The mistake you made.

You left me and expected me to be okay.
You broke my heart.
How can I possibly be okay.
I shouldn't have given you my heart.

So everytime you ask, I say I am fine.
Just another sweet little lie.
Do you believe me, that I am fine?
Can you actually believe my lie?

Everyday I wonder if you wake up and realize you made a mistake.
That you still want to be married.
I'm scared you'll realize the mistake
That you made, was to get married.