Cold

How could I allow myself to grow so cold, abusing a heart of gold, with her I was supposed to grow old, to give her the world I promised my soul, for 6 long years, I've made her shed tears, to make it up will take many many years, blind to how I act she trys to talk and denial is how I react, I've taken her for granted, never making her feel wanted, she's still around, no matter the mental beat down, I want to be her perfect man, so she will never stray again, she deserves the world, the cold reality makes me hurl, the way I've been, can never be undone, ill be better, but she will still remember, I've tried this before, uplifted her with my words, then let her down, she falls to the ground, wishing I was around, crying because I can't be found, the pain is profound, I feel like a clown, ashamed, scarred, torn and down, I did this to myself, im the reason why...