You Speak Like a Poet, But You Fight Like One Too

An ending at the beginning,
I never thought it would play out quite like this.
I didn't see it coming,
can't seem to get a hold of the fact that we are falling apart.
We are falling apart.

I tried to say "I'm sorry, I never meant to make you feel this way,"
but you don't want to hear it.
You're walking out of my life,
and you said that I was the one who quit.

Even though we tried,
I don't think we could have ever made this right.

I tried to say "I'm sorry, I never meant to make you feel this way,"
but you don't want to hear it.
You're walking out of my life,
and you said that I'm not the one.

It doesn't feel right to say goodbye.

I tried to say "I'm sorry, I never meant to make you feel this way,"
but you don't want to hear it.
You just walked out of my life,
and you said that I was the one who quit.

So in advance, here's your ending:
three years gone by,
my suicide without you by my side.