I know this is hard for you.

This is something I must go through.

The first step of the long march.

The hardest step, we must depart.

I will return with more love and more hate.

For the distance that makes us separate.

Pulling me down past the point [bad word] 

I wish I could hold her, stand with her.

And i know it's not over.

Every minute is a minute closer.