Cried to many tears
and now my life is dreary
You've taken everything but you clearly don't care
Belittling everything, your smiling while I'm having nightmares
Why am I living still?
Is it just a question or just a thought?
Should I end it even with this little piece of me thats fighting to live?
Constantly being depressed and tired but ****...something has to give.
For If my road keeps spiraling I'm afraid my road will only be short.