Those words probably don't mean anything anymore. I know I've said the same thing hundreds of times. I know I'm being a huge asshole saying this again. But I'm truly sorry. This time I'm serious, or at least as serious as a coward can be. You're right if you think I'm running away after today. I've only known to run my entire life; I am scared of confrontation after all. I wish I could say this to your face, all of my feelings and all of my heart but I just can't do that. It's okay if you hate me after this, if you want to strangle me or hope for my death. I understand. I've just had enough of everything. Work, life, relationships, it's all too much for me. It feels like I'm in a daze, or the butt of the punchline to some joke that a god, or maybe God himself, made just for me. I've tried to make things better. But now I'm just tired.

I have fallen from grace

And now I'm tumbling into a crippling chasm

I had forgotten to pay Life her due ransom

So now I surrender, letting the Devil give chase

Transforming my false smile into real grimace

And now only devils see me now

They gaze at my terrible show

A theatre of actors who share the same stage

But Comedy and Tragedy look away

There is no beauty, only a hopeless gray

The choir from behind the curtain

Begins to sing a horrible tune of sin

A cavalcade of nonsensical rhymes

Cacophonies of well-intentioned lies

That never seemed to bear any fruit, only flies

Desperate wanderers who bear witness

Show me a glimpse of my bygone business

A malleable mess that used a thousand masks

My reflection revolts, shuddering, it asks

"When will it stop? When is the final act?"

And I try to answer back in turn

But like a lover who only gets burned

My throat starts to ache, and words start to fail

Thus, I start to lie, and my reflection begins to bail

Knowing that my being already had had its final nail

And so I lie there in the dark, with unfit eyes

Inside a tomb made up of deceit and lies

Surrounded by formless faces and disgrace

I surrender myself, knowing my rightful fate

Knowing that I was but a dream, a mimic, a trace