I know I'm wrong

No, I won't forgive myself for what I did
I know you can't do it either, I was wrong
I had spent my life wanting something else
Rather than being happy with what I have
Over time I became bitter, my hope is gone
And now, as desert dust covers everything
The extreme heat dries my throat, I cough
I know my flesh is dying, I want to say
I was the one being wrong, I'm ashamed
So what now? Just saying I am done
And I am sorry, very sorry