I think I can finally admit to my regret, yes,
(but, no, that doesn't make me want you any less).
So, it would seem that the answer's clear, I confess,
but, you see, that truth just adds to my sadness.

kill the desires and
bury them deep like
illegal contraband
knowing it's better
to stick to tradition
then be stuck with
unwanted contrition

I think I can finally admit to my problems, yes,
but, no, they aren't desires I can simply suppress
Thus, it would seem that my every stuggle's useless
for, you see, I can't seem to halt this process

undeniable shame
and all I have is
only myself to blame
knowing it was me
a wretch inside of skin
who chose to follow
her selfishness within

I think I can finally admit that I chose wrong, yes,
but, no, that sure hasn't helped me to fix this mess
Though it might seem like all the answers, I possess
alas, no, they've all proven to be meaningless

I feel all the pressure
crushing my soul and
my purchase of pleasure
taking its toll from
my thinning will to live
too late to back out
the pressure won't give

I think I can finally admit to fear and shame, yes,
but, no, that doesn't make me avoid your caress
because, see, your touch will always be my weakness
I can't seem to find the resolve to promise

frustrated confusion
built with denial
makes unsure conclusions
beset by turmoil
and a much deeper fear
I realize the truth
and the answer is clear

I think I can finally make the right decision, yes
but, no, that doesn't soothe any of my distress
So, it would seem I'm stuck where I began, I guess
because I can't seem to escape this darkness

Pieces scattered to the darkness

Leave something of yourself in my book
(if you'd like)