I cried so hard last night
That I played a song on repeat
It was one I pulled from a Spotify playlist
That I want to assume is yours
It sounds like a lullaby
And I imagined you singing it to me
Telling me it'll be alright
And running your fingers down my face
......
I Don't Really Wanna Die Anymore
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
......
It’s so easy to get attached to things. So hard to let go. So easy to obsess, so hard to forget. So easy to cry and give up, so hard to smile and get back up. So easy to desire, so hard to obtain. It’s so easy to love you, I don’t want to think how hard it’ll be to stop.
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It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
I feel so failed and forlorn,
But is that really such a tragedy?
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Get over it
That is what people
Tell me to do
They tell me
I have a good
Life that I don't have to do
Anything for it
Everything is given to me
Get over it
You cried too much already
......
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
I don't know where I am in this world
......
I Don't Really Wanna Die Anymore
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
......
I cried so hard last night
That I played a song on repeat
It was one I pulled from a Spotify playlist
That I want to assume is yours
It sounds like a lullaby
And I imagined you singing it to me
Telling me it'll be alright
And running your fingers down my face
......
After hours, deem back
to the hourglass
of my
molten sentiments
and (I clench my raging
dying moan
In the quiet
rushing streams of
my water closet)