It's 3:29 am,
Now is 3:30 am,
I'm really about to end it all, but I know I won't,
I fucked up,
What was in my mind?
Everything was fine till I revealed myself completely,
I want to kms right now,
I just want to die,
My heart is shattered and my soul guilty about things I know weren't my fault,
Or I want to believe they weren't my fault,
I want to cut my wrist and make blood pour of it, pretending it is my problems dripping away,
But I won't,
Now I just have the thought of it,
Our love story, or what I wanted to pretend was something like that,
Only lasted 86 days,
Now we'll be only friends I guess
Hopefully, I guess.
