But why...

Now my nights are usually spent home alone,
Waiting for that moment to answer my phone.
Wanting to talk to you about your day
But when i pick up, I don't have much to say.
I still don't understand why I can't be with you,
And why you choose her over whats really true.
Our love was the vines that never stopped growing,
It was then, that your true colors started showing.
This is the end, so good luck doing what you do,
And please don't contact me when you screw that up too.