Impudent little demon,
You make me sick with your sorrow.
Just because I’ve made mistakes,
Doesn’t mean I deserve a black tomorrow.

I’m tired of self inflicted misery,
All in the name of penantance.
Getting all choked with remorse,
Unable to complete an apologetic sentence.
I’m sick of apologizing period,Obviously these words don’t take away the pain.It’s best if I leave, and cause no more hurt,
I can do no good whatsoever, if I remain.

My path is my own,
And the destination is to a better me.
I can not afford to be side tracked with regret,
That would be the real travesty.

Then I can’t do any good at all,Cause goodness does not reside in my heart.
Only pain, lonliness, and sorrow make homes there,
And their constant warring are tearing me apart.

So excuse me, that I can’t remain,
I just don’t have it in me to make things right.
Just pick yourself up, keep your head held high.
I promise you have it within you, to keep up the good fight.