What kills me most is you've made me lose my will.
I wrote about you everyday.
I haven't written for a month and 19 days.
My loss of will to smile,
and my loss of will to hope.
It's what kills me most.
I've lost my will to restrain from tears,
they burn with every inch as they run down my face.
I've lost my will to care.
I've lost my will.
I've lost my will to figure out how this broke me more than anything.