Disoriented

Soon I will be gone from this place, but before that, I will live with no more grace. Another country, another language, another culture, but while I'm here, I get picked apart by vultures. So disoriented with so little time. No emotion dwells in the heart for the one that I desire, pain and suffering seems to be all that I acquire. Can't make a dent with her to change her mind, nothing is certain with those I leave behind. Not by choice but because I have to, something that was inevitable cannot be construed. I will leave to carry all the blame, but my love for you I will always proclaim. Even though everything I do is never good enough, I've never quit in our relationship when times got tough.