I'll leave you.

Clinging to the tone of deprivation and kept complaining, letting subject goes astray, neither the sweetness you saw helped you nor the tenderness you feel everyday, 
and I know there's nothing will intercede to my heart saving it from that sway,
Am I hurting you, O..  be honest for you have the ability to hurt a country... 
I'll leave you for there is nothing left you can do but killing me, 
I'll leave you and abandon you forever for you think you bought me, 
I'll leave you for the "I" in me shout, and the "you" with hopeless doubt, will never be "we".