And I hope every morning you wake up, it hurts more and doesn't stop. And I hope every night you rest you lay and pray for death. You made a better trophy in my dreams. And now you are my nightmare. I wonder, "Where did I go wrong?" And you are all that's left of what it meant to live. Don't worry. This will only hurt for a second. Sleep soundly. Just where did I go wrong? Just where did I go wrong? And hoping for changes, we've wasted this, and what for? And what for? One more day of this weight. One more day of this dissolved presence.
