I think I said goodbye.
I did the right thing, and I knew it.
I let go of love forever late,
and made myself appreciate.
not me, not me.
Lost my faith in meant to be,
Lives that thrive make no man worthy.
I laugh at your chemical bath,
Wishing all the while I took that same path.
A cynical chef feeds no one with hope,
Starvation appeals at the end of my rope.
I’m fighting to breathe when I wish not for breath,
I’m fighting to live when I wish only death,
I wish them to know that I’m doing my best,
My love for my sons is the only thing left.