I feel like I'm letting you down, by letting go and leaving this town.
These words fumble from a trembling man, a wanderer traveling to a whole new land.
I'm crying I'm sorry, I'm flooding this city.
But you only care about yourself, there's no remorse, no pity.
I feel like I'm beating you with the words I've said.
I now feel like I'm better off dead.
No more tears, get rid of these fears.
The gold crown I once wore, symbolizing your king.
Now sits on the ground, a worthless brass ring.
I bow at your feet, now a slave to my emotions.
The notion of leaving is not sitting well.
I feel if I leave I'll be entering hell.
But these days have passed and you will stay in my mind.
Maybe then I can still call you mine.