Let it go,

Leave me alone.

What do you want from me?

I wanted to talk,

But now I walk.

Away from it all,

But is it every really gone?

I must come back,

but I'll never regret the day we met.

It was all so great,

Then slowly started to disinigrate.

I'm sick of fate,

And full of hate.

I must get out,

Without a doubt.

Damaged but not broken.

Just waiting for the words that are yet to be spoken.