For No Good Reason

He sat beside me on the bed and he watched me cry.
He told me that our love was dead but did not tell me why.
His tongue got twisted up as he struggled to explain.
He said I had done no wrong and that I'd caused no pain.
He said that overused old line "It is me, not you."
Then with no good explanation, he and I were through.
I can't comprehend the reasons if the reasons aren't spoken.
I can't fix any problems if I don't know what is broken.
I'll just sulk around until there is some fading of emotion,
But I think I'll always wonder what ended his devotion.