One.

You were the one.
You were the one who let me down.
You were the one.
You were the one who I never found.
I broke my own heart, baby,
The day I let you let me down.

You are the one.
You are the one who can’t move on.
You are the one.
You are the one who wrote this song.
I walked away,
But you were the one opening the door.

I can’t ever say I regret a damn thing.
I did you right.
I did you right,
When you couldn’t see it was killing me.
You saw too late.
You see it too late.

You were the one.
You were the one with the sharp tongue.
You were the one.
You were the one, and now I’m left with no one.
Baby, I wish it was my fault
That I had to leave you.

This is something I wrote after a certain boy and I broke up.  We were best friends for 2 years, and dated a year, before it all competely ended.  It needed to, though.  He changed, and when I wrote this, I wanted to envoke the blues I was feeling inside.  I was trying to make this sound like an old blues song, and make it slow and sad.  It isn’t meant to be entirely hopeless, but there is a sense of assuredness I wanted to portray.