Ever wondered,
why have I been saying sorry a lot??
Maybe because I left.
Now, again.
Maybe for good and never coming back.

I'm not going anywhere,
I just wanna be away from your memories.

I've been having thoughts of leaving,
leaving this and that so things would be better,
leaving, again.
C'mon, for the best at my own risk.

I feel like talking to someone.
I need advice, to tell me what to do.
Something, something that I can agree with.
Anybody...?
Because I might just act on impulse again.
Yes, I'm being indecisive now,
because I'm afraid.
Fear is my worse adversary to move.
Fuck, I'm weak, vulnerable;
whatever effed up words to explain a mans demoralization.
Now, I'm feeling as low as dirt,
stepped on, soon easily forgotten.

I'm figuring,
I'll give, then go.

Somehow...