shadow upon me

What I meant to tell you was sorry, not so you can hear it from me, but because I need this peace. And from one to another, it doesn't matter. But when the night fades and the day will evade I choose to sit here with you, so here's to another letter. Like before. We are separating and going mad in this place where the loons and goons go bad, like a sour apple in the rye I will always choose to live and not die. 

so goodbye...