Gone

There are times,
I feel that I've made you proud
There are times,
I feel I could do no wrong
Those times I took for granted
Those are times that are gone

Now it seems,
More often I tend to disappoint
More often I am in the wrong
I wonder how far I've fallen
What cause my fall,
What made me fall.

I wish I can make things right
But how cud I, when...
You've put up that wall
And refuse to hear my calls?