At this point titles are worthless.
Like my feelings to you.
THROWN UNDER A BUS AND LEFT IN MOTION.
Or at least that's where you've left me.
And I can't imagine this world voiceless.
Or without the lack of your voice in my head.
AND I'LL BE DECEASED EVERYDAY,
BUT I'LL NEVER REALIZE I'M DEAD.
Remove these agitated curses I live with everyday.
Since you left.