And i hope every morning you wake up, it hurts more and doesn't stop.
And i hope every night you rest you lay and pray for death.
You made a better trophy in my dreams.
And now you are my nightmare.
I wonder, "where did i go wrong?"
And you are all that's left of what it meant to live.
Don't worry. this will only hurt for a second. sleep soundly.
Just where did i go wrong?
Just where did i go wrong?
And hoping for changes, we've wasted this, and what for?
And what for? one more day of this weight.
One more day of this dissolved presence