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.