I wanted to say this with all my heart,
But I just can't because we're miles apart;
I don't know how to make it work,
Just because I'm not ready to show.

Deep in this joyful mask of mine,
Is a picture of a woman sad and tired;
You try to capture me with all your might,
But alas, my angst implanted to this mind.

I'm sorry, I'm not there when you were lost,
I'm sorry, because I was an excuse for a girl;
I'm sorry, when I could not do nothing,
And all I did was sit and wait.

So before we depart once more,
I made you this special piece I wrote;
For I have created this with the truest of words,
I hope that you would find joy.