I can't help but think this through,nI'm desolate yet I'm full of hate, love, emotions,nnHow can that be?nHow ironic can it get,nThat I've ended up in this position,nnI've been thinking of giving up,nBut what use would that be,nI'd rather be this pathetic soul,nThan nothing at all,nnI can feel it coming on,nFaster and faster now,nI hope I've done something I can be proud of,nnPlease don't give up on me yet,nI promise better things ahead,nWith your absence I will fail once again,nnThe only thing constant is change itself,nOne of these changes might be for the best,