My days were based on whether or not I could not  see you
And we could maybe try to not leave the world to ourselves
Yet near the end  I forgot how much
I wanted to be near you.

Now nights spent forcing myself to not be so alive
Maybe  find a new host.  But i dont. I just am  in some other spine.

This is the feeling I get now for trying to feel alright.
Hell is a the place  that you die and
My sunshine only burns my eyes out at night.