Afraid of the dark, but the sunset is so pretty.
Unsure about death, but living is so shitty.
On pill, two pill, three pill, four
you were the one that I adored.
Five pill, six pill, seven pill eight
you are the one I love to hate.
Everytime that I have loved
it quickly dissolved to pain.
A cynical mind and a heart of stone
are all that I have gained.
You say you care
and I want to trust.
But did we fall out of love
or did you run out of lust?
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