Best of Luck

Sometimes I just don't know.
Who to turn to.
Where to go.
If it weren't for me,
You wouldn't speak.
It's that piece of you both,
Making things so bleak.
Your love has died,
And lies have been told.
At times I believed them.
You had them sold.
You can't tell me I'm wrong,
I've been the problem all along.
Hang in there.
I need you to be me.
I'm half of you.
And someday you'll be free.
When that day comes,
My guard will be up.
But until then,
Best of luck.