Why does it feel like I failed when I tried so hard?
How can it be when I never relented?
I burned myself out 'til my senses were charred,
I sold out my soul and moved into rented.
And those most precious don't really talk with me,
Even though I tried so hard to hear them,
Maybe it's my fault 'cos I'm not what I ought to be,
And try as I might I just can't get near them.
It's a sadness that leaves me more than bereft,
That those most important don't want to know,
That once I'm without them there's nothing else left,
But the truth is I know that I might have to go.
Things slip away and it's not that that's right,
But it's truth, although I wish I didn't know,
That eventually you just run out of fight,
Until you can't help but let it all go.