Well I'm basically ******
I've lived before this and I'll live long after it
But I'm not sure how great that will be
I did what I had to do
I was honest
I may have been cowardly
But the truth came out in the end
Now, as I sit in the basement
In the dark
Without hope
Without clothes
I wonder if I should've done what I did?
Who did I help?
More importantly, who did I hurt?
Besides myself, of course
There is only one thing worse than being alone instead of with the wrong person
And that is losing the right person