 | An unhappy eight-month anniversary
A should-be happy one-year anniversary
Fate will bring him to his death
He'll have his heart torn from him,
Shown before his eyes... Only so he can see how black it's become
He's long fed-up with crying - I'm long fed-up with crying
... I'm fed-up with hurting
I've become a terrible person
Upon losing love, I've lost friends
All I have left is unhappiness, resentment, and regret
My heart used to guide my life...
Now, though, knives seem much more promising for a future (a stab right to the f*cking temple)
They all say, "His best outfit is the frown he wears on his worn face."
F*ck them
F*ck me
F*ck you.
Written by Evan Hyjurick
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