No matter what happened, it was your fault.
I was never to blame, even if I pretended to take some.

I understand how a person would be unhappy with that.

I understand that it's ****** up.

No words can describe my sorrow. I can't even try because...maybe I can't attempt the futile anymore.

Maybe I am not meant to love. So, I will stop.

I don't know who I could love after you anyway. My standards are too high.

I just can't do it anymore.

I give up.

I am defeated.