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"I'm so fucking done with all the misery inside my head"

She said, while sipping coffee in the sun.

"You're just pessimistic" I said suddenly without a care

I'd say, consult my reason but it wasn't there.

Maybe it's the last time that I'll touch on your depression

With my shortsighted prescription to the pain

Or maybe I'm an outlier to a new worldly position

That afflicts our disposition to the grave

Who am I to blame?

Who am I to blame?

When it's said and done I'll be whispering myself to sleep

With tombstones of a faded memory

"Whats left of survival?" asks the mocking touch that lifts my head

I'd say, its not enough but maybe its too much

Maybe it's the last time that I'll touch on your depression

With my shortsighted prescription to the pain

Or maybe I'm an outlier to a new worldly position

That afflicts our disposition to the grave

Who am I to blame?

Who am I to blame?

Who am I to blame?

Who am I to blame?

*Screaming*