I try and I try and I can't keep you alive... What kind of friend am I?

The thought of staying here, chained, burns whatever is left of the true me.

The thought of an apology makes my mind reel because it doesn't do shit to change the past.

See that black, crumpled, dead thing in the corner over there? Yeah, that's my heart.

I look in my shattered mirror,
my knuckles bleeding profusely
the girl staring back, the one I fear,
cries my tears, bleeds my blood,
who have I become
but the monster she created.

"goodbye" is the only word I know.

True love doesn't judge just as the sun doesn't set, just as the moon doesn't fade, just as the stars don't die.

I'm done. I'm done playing 20 questions, I'm done telling you to leave. Figure it out on your own.

Leaving is the best for you, take your out now before you realize too late.

I lost myself at sea
drifting in the water
seeing the sharks swarm around me
waiting to feed, I cry harder.

I grew strong through the tears
my innocence taken by him
for four agonizing years
I will never feel again.