Broken

I see the errors in my ways, yet I know not how to fix It. I miss those good old days, when you and I just seemed to fit. I still am my own worst enemy, because of all that I did. How I didn't know what you meant to me, and how I was blind to the pain you hid. If only I could go back, and correct my mistakes, but such power is what I lack, so I'll just watch as it still breaks