Dreams
Wallowing in self-pity and incessant regret,
my life's not the same and I can't stand it.
Left me for dead, screwed up in the head.
All this blood that I've bled, all this pain I can't shed.
The good times were a blast,
but they're in the past.
The bad times are now, and they're killing me.
I no longer care if I live or die.
I no longer care if I make it home.
I no longer care if I'm not there.
All these questions running through my head,
all these dreams of being dead.
All these desires to feel nothing,
all these wishes for something.
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