Sparkatale

I'm sorry that I never did things right
I tried so hard, but blinded was my sight
By the thought that everything would be okay
But I see it now and words cannot say...

But now I'm sitting here and now I know
You didn't have to even tell me so
I figured it out on my own and I
Won't make up excuses. I may cry

But I'm sure it's for the best
If I give my heart some rest
From this constant awful stress
Of feelings I should not express.

If this is how it has to be
Then heart, please break inside of me
And let me die, and in the moments of my
Final time—I do not care now. Let me die.