You want to be a good guy.
Yourself kinda, right?
People who care for you will say.
That you are special.
They keep believing in you.
Even though you are the biggest doubter.
So says the self-ironist.
I regret that things turned out the way they did.
But I end all of this now.
I killed my emotions.
I killed my hopes.
I killed my dreams.
I will erase all physical memory.
I will vanquish forever.
There is no chance for us to ever co-exist again.
I killed it.
That is ultimately what you want.
And that is what I will give you.
Breaking my principles even.
I can't break my heart.