Running away feels wrong. Like I've given up without a fight.
But it makes it feel okay. Being gone makes it feel right.

I hate to disappear, when I know we could have been okay.
But I couldn't take the pain I was feeling every single day.

I'm sorry I left you hanging. Tossed you out to dry.
But I just keep growing weaker, and I know you're why.

I don't know that I'll ever be good enough to be your friend.
But I so desperately hope that this night is not our end.

I lay here, praying to God, looking for some help
I just want to be okay. Just dig out of this Hell.

I gotta let you go. I can't love you anymore.
I'm not strong enough. Tonight, I close the door.

I hated starting that fight. And I hate to run and hide.
I'm sorry. I love you. And again, I'll say goodbye....