All my friends have left me, and they're not looking back
probably for the best, so I can swallow this bullet in peace
I hope that when it happens, they have cut all ties from me
That way I won't hurt them again
These nights are endless
I find myself dreaming of them
Mocking me with the good times
I can taste the sorrow on the back of my tongue
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
All my friends have left me, and they're not looking back
probably for the best, so I can swallow this bullet in peace
I hope that when it happens, they have cut all ties from me
That way I won't hurt them again
These nights are endless
I find myself dreaming of them
Mocking me with the good times
I can taste the sorrow on the back of my tongue
I don't wanna be here anymore
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