All in a British accent for effect

Where is this gonna leave me? Well I've noticed that my writing is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. My fault or yours? I feel inadequate. But look at all the wonder and all the effort I tried to put into all of this. I hate math. You didn't take into consideration her feelings then, but now you're just not taking in mine. I walk ahead because I feel alone, and when I looked backed, you still were at your own pace. I clasped my own hands cause you wouldn't. Why don't you just say something instead of making me guess all the time. All I ever wanted was to make you smile and in return I'd feel love.