Guess the title.

When i began to drift-
i wasn't half as far as you are now from me.
And when i began to drift-
the thought of separation was all i chose to see.

When i began to drift-
you knew i didn't know,
That if i asked you to take me back,
you'd plead with God to tell you "no". 

When i began to drift-
The Oldest Link began to break.
[i found] The Chain Stretched beyond its worth
won't save itself for one man's sake.

An echo finds its way to me,
as i'm too far to hear raw cries.
i see reflections of a longing,
'cause i'm too far to see your eyes.

The chain you formed to mine
sunk down deep so long ago.
So why do you still try to pull?
As if i'd let the links regrow.

[i now admit] When i began to drift-
there was no pull to lead me from you.
My selfish journey had no course,
its only purpose to undo.

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Now do you see my choice unmade?
How regret is owed to me?
(The one who would leave what little he had-
For the silence void of dreams.)
My lack of reason to drift at all?-
From the thing that kept me grounded.
For my reason was my home,
And in your hopes my house was founded.

But i traded ground for water,
and my house became this boat.
i didn't bother to leave quietly,
and didn't care to leave this note.