Trying to Die

Playing the cards right is so overrated.

Throw out the cards, I'm getting sedated.

Tell me you love me, you'll miss me, goodbye.

Hopefully this is the last time I'll see you cry.

Wipe the tears from my smile,

Kiss me and leave for a while.

Desert me in my sorrow,

I'll think of you tomorrow.

You've got enough love from the outside,

You don't need mine for anything but your pride.

If you'd do anything for me,

You would've already done it.


Ready to let go? Never.

Ready to hold on? Forever.

Ready to kiss you goodbye? Why not?

Ready to leave you behind? I mean, I thought...

But I'm definitely not.

The End

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