I wake up every morning
Wishing I had died the day before
Life is not worth living
When everything's a choir

I put on a smile
To hide my face,
My soul rotting
At a steady pace

In six months, I'll be unknown
My face forgotten
I'll have
Decayed alone

My only regret
Is never hearing those
Three little words...

But I suppose it's something
I just didn't deserve.