Irony

It's funnymy dear
Yet It still turns my heart blue
that the irony of your words
has come back to you

You thought I'd change
and never be the same
but who's the hypocrite here?
who can we really find to blame?

I don't know what went wrong
nor what was your little strive
All I know is this
being that it ruined your young life

I'm sorry if I changed
it's something that accours
but don't get mad at me
when trouble quickly stirs

For you wont tell me
what the problem is
only it's affect
and how it's none of my biz

well you know what fine
just lay in your own pain
but know it can stop
without turning you insane

I havent changed at all
but my friend perhaps it's you
still here when you fall
but now clueless on what to do