I watch as the smiles drain from their faces, and I wonder why. Is it sad to watch me die? I know I hurt you a million times, and hurting you has hurt me more than any word can express. I am guilty, too guilty. I ice and my family is fire, and they have melted me. I'm now just a puddle on the floor. They never see me when I cry. I keep it way down, so far down, and when it comes up I don't know where to put it. I try to bury it again, but it won't go down, and I'm forced to face it.
What have I become? Just another one of you. Thats all I am. Thats all that you are. We exist a few thousand days and then we die. Some have fewer days than others, and some have more days. Either way it ends. Then what? I have to face the things I didn't do, write a song, and play it for an audience, publish a book, and paint your protrait. I never got to live in Seattle, or New York, only here and there.
The only thing is, I've dissapointed you, all I do is dissapoint. When you remind me of all the dissapoinment I've put you thru, all the sleepless nights you endured worrying about me. You always remind me, and I cannot forget, even if you don't remind me.
I wish I had done it all right, and you would have been proud if only for a moment. Tomorrow I could be gone and so could you. I moving on, and moving out. Its hard, and somehow I know your right, but I need to be alone. I'm letting too many days pass, without doing what has to be done.
So takecare of yourselves, and try your best not to worry. I moveing on.