I cannot stand, nor sit here in this darkness i dread
There is none to follow me or compliment this ability
I cannot hold such negativity here in my hand
The pain, too much for me is now rotting in the corner.
I cannot hear those words again, ringing in my little ear
Those incessant remarks of how little I am or used to be.
No, not those words
I cannot stand here and regret what you did to me.