You're gone.
And I don't have the right to want you back.

You're starting over again. 
Because it's the only thing left to do anyway, right? 

I understand just how much you want me gone from your life. 

How you want to erase that little hope both of us are still aware of.

Because I think of the same things too. 

You're also blaming yourself. 

For not trying one more time.
For not seeing us through to the end.

Right?