He's gonna get tired of me.
He's gonna get tired of the sadness my mutilation causes him.
And he's gonna leave.
And I'll be too sad to even pick up the sharp metal.
I won't even want to open my eyes everyday.
I won't have enough in me to even cry.
I'm sorry, honey.
He's not gonna want me anymore.
And I'm too sad for him, and I'm too much of a mess.