This is it, this is it. I said I'm trying, I'm trying. I will give it my all, my absolute all. To show you I care, that I sincerely care. If I don't you'll never see anything but frustration, frustration and my hollow heart. I can not bleed blue, but only red and black. I can not be her, she is to hard to reach in perfection. I can not be who you want, no, I don't care how much I love you. I don't want to change, I just don't want to change. I have worked too hard for this life, too hard. And full of broken souls and endless love that hasn't come true, you still won't understand. You won't understand, because I touch your empathy for too longing. So now that you see how lovely in love I can be, you will run away. Whether you want to or I tell you to, you will just run. And run, and run, and run. Run until I'm out of sight, run until I'm out of mind. Let the sun and set rise your spirit from my grasp. If you can't bare to stay, then you have lost you're part in my heart. It is no longer vacant for you, no longer vacant in this empty hotel parking lot. It's empty, you may see this evening, because the manager's rudeness and obliviousness has pained you in awe. In awe you pack your things and rush to your empty part of my beating heart. You can't turn on your ignition, even if I am still yelling. Yelling for you to apologize, to just go away. But you see, you won't and you can't. You feel bad, you say? If you shall feel bad, then why hasn't the blood in my envelope turned blue. It's a check for your will. The will of leaving forever. Forever and ever until you no longer can even think of me. I have given these guests enough time in their little bland room. I'm sure you wonder why it's a hotel. I am this empty hotel, with an empty parking lot, because a house means for a very long time. I am not ready for a very long time, I can only give you so long until you brake my heart. Until you punch out it's lights, and the freeway of love has gone dark. Will they see the pain you've caused? They may someday, so be wise. If you didn't love me before, then you should have turned around and let me be. Even if I had longed for a new customer, someone like yourself, you should read me like a book. An open guest book, and know that you shouldn't dare write your name on the dotted line. So break the lead, and show me you will hurt me before it happens. I will show you in return, the door and plead you to leave. You will, and you will drive far away.

Please, put it in verse form. Seperate it into lines, not one big paragraph.