I...

I...

Have done things,

That I am not proud of.

I...

Wish I could take it all back,

And never remember a thing of it.

I...

Do solemnly swear,

That I will no longer dabble in Romance's lies.

I...

Cannot believe,

That I fell for this once again.

I...

Will never love again,

Forever cursed to walk this world alone.

I... 

Cannot feel the joy of others anymore,

Nor the warmth of the fire inside that has died.

I...

Am so cold,

So alone.

I... 

Am suffering,

Hurting, dying from the inside out.

I...

Have very little to fight for,

Very little resin to exist.