Sometimes I don't care.
But this one time,
I stared in the mirror as blood drooled down my naked body.
Death is near of course, and I'm not happy with it.
The Devil loves me doesn't he?
His love is hateful
He had to ruin my one chance for being happy.
I should have instead drank ***** to pour my heart out
and die choking on my own ***** as I slept.
Doesn't it sound nicer to enjoy your way out than not?
I regret not truly living, I could've tried to be happy.
But I was never happy, there's no difference.