Things are different - like I wanted,
But not how I wanted.
I thought if I got away I would be happier,
But by separation I am daunted.

I waited and waited as my anger brewed
Making me into a really mean dude.
Part of me wanted to be angry - and sad
And I regret all of those things I said

Our relationship, what we forged it into, always felt like a roller coaster. Up and down and up and down and up and down. I could only ride so long before I got sick... And not sick of you, but of me. I was so angry, which I know you knew - I was so angry and sad, but I don't exactly know why. I should not have taken it out on you. As the only person that really understood me, you were the last person that I should have taken it out on. That does not mean that at some points I wasn't genuinely mad and upset with you; But there at the end I didn't really know who I was or who I was aspiring to be. I wasn't feeling anything emotionally except for anger and sadness, and that was my problem not yours.

I am sorry again
For the many things I made you go through
My nine lives are running out
And I'm down to my last few.