Now I'm tired of trying.
I kept on hoping.
That you would
[whatever]
[everything]
let me in,
but you never will.
And I'm tired of trying.
Now I'm far away from you,
but I've never been any closer.
After all, I still don't know you -
after everything, you still don't dare.
You call me friend?
Can I do the same,
when I don't know who you are..
never have known?
Now I'm turning my back to you, again.
Closing my eyes from your extended hand.
Walking away, and this time..
I won't turn around.
I'm letting you go now.