I left because I was tired of putting in all the effort.
I left because I was suffocating
Suffocating to an extent that you couldn't even notice.
I tried to keep it all together because I still cared.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.