Today is the day, I died inside
My soul has finally broken
Numb and without repair
I lie upon a cold, black bed
The tears that once drowned my face
Have now dried up without a trace
Forgotten with each memory
That composed each tiny drop
Hopelessness is setting in
My heart has grown cold and hollow
I'm diseased without a cure
I wish their was a magic pill I could swallow
Ill be alone for the rest of my days
It's just how it will always be
I'm the killer of my own relationships...
I guess you can call it suicide
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Today is the day, I died inside
My soul has finally broken
Numb and without repair
I lie upon a cold, black bed
The tears that once drowned my face
Have now dried up without a trace
Forgotten with each memory
That composed each tiny drop
Hopelessness is setting in
My heart has grown cold and hollow
I'm diseased without a cure
I wish their was a magic pill I could swallow
Ill be alone for the rest of my days
It's just how it will always be
I'm the killer of my own relationships...
I guess you can call it suicide
This is all I expect.
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