These days are the loneliest , the emptiest, I'm my most depressed.
I filled myself to the brim with a love that I couldn't keep up with.
Filling the hole you left with a plug that don't fit.
How could I replace your full with these writer's words that don't stitch.
A lover's brew that don't mix.  
You were the apple of my eye but now I'm damaging my iris.

Wishing to trade places, save face and save you from a lifetime of unhappiness with me. 
My damaged seedling bloomed into stunted tree.
Spent 30 long years tryna run from me.
Save me like honey bees.