The Provenance - Leave-Takings

Hear now, my pretty
You're not around too frequently, so please note I miss you
But certain things are still untold
This I will bestow, apart from what you know
Christ, I'm sorry love
I'm a sinner
Sought for by pity, hence every corner shelter
Hunted shamelessly
I think I'm giving in
Truth be told, I'm feeling old
I have no strength
I'm a quitter!
Leave-takings...
Trust me, my pretty, when I say I'm truly sorry and notice I'll miss you
But I am truthful to my name
Honest with my shame
I really need the blame
Yes, I'm truthful to my name
I'm a sinner
Too weary to press on
What was is forever gone
Embittered by the trend
What's broken you cannot mend...