I look at you, and you look back.
I attempt to find just what we lack.
"I'm sorry," echoes from out the void
As with your happiness I had toyed.
I hang my head; It's not enough
And there is nothing left to bluff.
I turn my head and look away.
There is nothing left to say.
You look at me, stunned and shocked.
The gate is closed, the door is locked.
I look back up; I wear a mask.
Now in your glory will I never bask.
Was it love? Could it have been?
Now that will never e'er be seen.
Your dreams, your hopes, your sparkling smile
Now seem so lost, and I so vile.
I beg no compassion; I don't deserve,
And thus a place in Hell reserve.
I turn my back, I start to fade
And walk away, as I was bade.
As you wish I go my way.
You will not see me one more day.
I see the good times, happiness,
But to stay would make you like me less.
I leave your world, and don't look back.
The thing you need is that I lack.
All I can leave is this little rhyme,
To hope I see you a different time.