I let myself go, but only because you let me.

For once in my life, I'm speechless.

And I know that even if I had something to say you could care less,

so why bother saying

it? I know you're just praying

I'll agree;

I can hear you begging

for me

to leave.

So I'll walk away.

And when I look back on this someday,

I won't be

sorry.

Do me a favor? Just forget about me.

I'll be a ghost of the past,

a forgotten memory, a song that didn't last.

I'll be everything

I can, just not what you expected me

to be.

And whose fault is it really?

Mine, probably.

But that's okay. I tried and I failed, and that's the

best you'll ever get out of me.