I should have let you go, but it's too late.
Now I'm stuck here wasting away, torn into pieces at the sound of your name.
How'd I let it come to this?
That separation that tear in my faith left me out to dry.
Pulling away as I grab on to anything. I am a mess, wasting away.
I can't forgive you because I can't forget.
How am I supposed to keep moving when this is where I've planted my feet, and after all those years of screaming, the tip of my tongue has shattered my teeth.
But I will move onward, and I will relearn to speak.
This may be the end for us, but this is not the end for me.
I will always move onward, I will find some peace and comfort.
This is not the end for me, but I will never forget what you did.