last night I thought I was gonna die
I wish I was
but I am still alive.

what is the purpose of my life
when all you do is  killing me inside
proving things that don't count
being different and less appreciated
and you told me
"that is what it is like to live"

I'm sorry for what I did
it wasn't my intention to leave you alone

just got so busy and scared
to face my consequence
but I want you to know that
I did love you

I'm sorry for the heartbreak
that I can never be apart with
and now I wish you all the best
because you deserve the best
and I guess being the best was not  me
since the day I left you
broken hearted