its nights like these
where i bite me nails
thill they
bleed

i didn't choose
now to be alone
but i guess
its better than
having to pretend
the fun

nails in my coffin
i guess
they are
each of these nights

how much gold
did you trade
for this ****** coffin?

but ill just feed
my sadness
with burning
bitter coffee
and less sleep

so i don't have
to poison
those i love
with that
sadness

but i guess they
decided on a
cure instead
a cure to my
sadness that
is no me