This is everything I ran from,
Everything you promised not to be.
This is pain, this is sorrow.
But mostly, this is me.
A woeful heart, full of regrets, about everything that was given up.
And I gave it all up for you,
And the person you promised you were.
Now, it's too late,
I can't turn back, only look forward.
But forward for me is empty because I gave it all up for, "you."