Love shattered like a broken mirror

I know it may be wrong,
but I stopped sharing how I really feel.
It may be invisible,
but this heartache is very real.

Maybe it's my fault.

Just give me one more chance,
you beg and plead.
I'll change for you,
and give you what you need.

Maybe it's my fault.

I cave every single time,
and everything remains the same.
We're falling apart,
and maybe I'm the one to blame.

Maybe It's my fault.

I used to leave the room to cry
but you never even noticed.
When I stop giving you attention,
you suddenly become focused.

Maybe it's my fault.

I started crying in the shower,
hoping the warm water on my skin would give me the comfort that you don't.
Nothing even comes close,
but it's pointless to ask because I know you won't.

Maybe it's my fault.

Our love is like a broken mirror,
images of our relationship lying in a million pieces on the floor.
I fear that no matter where life takes me,
what we had is something I'll always search for.

It's my fault.

I saw our love shatter,
and tried to fill the cracks with your excuses and lies.
I should have opened up and asked for help,
after all tha'ts what you're supposed to do when something dies.