Sometimes leaving is the only choice.
Bloodied enough weren’t we?
It had been one year since I pledged to you, that I’m changing for the better.
Three promises I have to fulfill,
One, to a girl I once loved,
Two, to a man I gave him my respect,
Three, to a friend I swore with until the end.
Naysayers I am,
If the pledges I took,
I break it in the end.