I thought it wouldn't matter,
The loneliness and pain
I thought it would get better
Myself I would remain

But gradually, piece by piece, I lost my sense of purpose
Reflecting back on the moment now, I wonder was it worth it?

I'm so lonely and sad, but somehow I get  by
I try to flick off the pain, just like I would a fly

It's getting better, I think
But then again, maybe not
Sometime I'm on the brink
Of ending the whole **** lot

This doesn't have a happy ending, it may not even have an end
I do know now, however,
it's not possible to forget or even to pretend.