Why does it feel like I failed when I tried so hard?

How can it be when I never relented?

I burned myself out 'til my senses were charred,

I sold out my soul and moved into rented.

 

And those most precious don't really talk with me,

Even though I tried so hard to hear them,

Maybe it's my fault 'cos I'm not what I ought to be,

And try as I might I just can't get near them.

 

It's a sadness that leaves me more than bereft,

That those most important don't want to know,

That once I'm without them there's nothing else left,

But the truth is I know that I might have to go.

 

Things slip away and it's not that that's right,

But it's truth, although I wish I didn't know,

That eventually you just run out of fight,

Until you can't help but let it all go.