I've never been so depressed in my life.
I don't know how to be happy anymore.
Death is sitting on my shoulders and right now it seems like the only option that will make the pain go away.
You say you can't live without me
So why aren't you dead yet?
Why you still breathing?
If you say you can't live without me
Then why aren't you dead yet?
Why do you say that?
I hate when I can't sleep
When I can't sleep I start to think
If I think, it's nothing pretty
Wiping tears away each night
Thinking about you in eternal life
I loved you
But you lied
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