Obituary by Xibalba
Finger on the trigger
Barrel to my head
Just seems easier if I were dead
I hate you
Left me here to rot
I'm tired of pretending I'm okay
What do I do when everything continues to fall apart?
Questioning how I've gotten this far
Where do I find happiness?
Searched for far too long
I still sit here
Cold, abandoned by the world
Bottle is done
No hope, no fears, no tears
I'm fucked in the head
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