The note read:
\"You\'ve gone too far, too fast, too soon,\"
Marked the heir-apparent of the setting moon
And beneath the early morning sky, colored full of gray,
Are the remnant remains of a light since snatched away,
To somewhere just beyond the softly sunken sand
Where the wind blows so freely and the ocean meets the land.
I held her lovely letters once filled with silken grace
Felt lifeless in my hands yet by my finger I retraced,
The phrase she said, \"You\'re the lonely one, the only one for me
And though we\'ll go our separate ways I\'ll think of you constantly,
As the man that I once knew, many years before
A man I loved so dearly but sadly I love no more.\"
And there\'s something in the way she writes, her words seem so surreal,
That strips away all I have to the center of something real.
Now standing in these waning hours as the sun is set to rise
The salt water is a cold embrace from an ever changing tide.
But she says that I\'m the lonely one and now there\'s nothing left to see
And she\'ll never ever forgive me for what I did to me.