I accept my mistakes.
That I was still in love with her for the longest time.
That I chose my friends and the drugs over you, and left you home alone all those nights.
That my feelings for you were like waves on the shore, always coming and going.  
That I thought I had wanted someone else, and left that night.
I accept that I made the choice to come home, instead of trying to work things out with you.

I accept that there might not ever be another chance for us in the future.
I accept that I took your love for me granted.
That I pushed you over the edge.
All the promises that lay shattered on the ground.

I accept that I have to let you go.
That the magicians wand has worn out.
That I was too late, and there's nothing more I can do.