If I could write you a love song;
it would be so perfect,
with all the incantations; intonations
to let you know how much it hurt
when you left.

On my soul I swear, don't be there for me,
for I am the one they will forget, I will
fade into the background,
I will fall and be stuck, like a magnet in the
darkest ravine imaginable.

If I could hide in my bed; dream of the
world around me as I want to see it,
will it help me get used to the thought?
Am I getting too used to the thought?
I'm going to be alone forever.

I'm going to be uglier forever.
I'm going to be envious forever.
I'm going to be insane forever.
I'll never be over the weather.
I'll surely be alone forever.