Again, I skip the stew
But that's okay.
At least I don't have to
Hear you chew.

Again, my blood is shed
But that's okay.
I'm cutting away the
Nasty things you've said.

Again, I write a letter.
But soon rip it up
Just in case
Tomorrow is better.

Again and again I cry.
Only for you to find out
I'm about to
Die.