of a different kind

so it comes to this
i suppose?
you and me
fighting in a mirror
with nothing but
closed off walls
for company
and pleasure

i guess
that you did try
to make today special
but you got in the way
tripped on your way out
and now we're reduced
to the same old
day after day
fighting and screaming

i thought that we could be
without everything like this
i remember our long talk
about how life can be better
and a divorce isn't what's needed
because - what is it you always say?
oh yes, 'remember the children'

but i suppose there's one thing
that i should be blamed for
i did forget to answer
a million, million times

i love you