To be or not to be, that seems to be the question I see. To exist or to sleep, To live dangerously or be at peace, To spend countless days trapped or spend counted days free, To be me or to be another copy of you, Do I live to see or see to live?
Slipping in and out of consciousness Nausea is back, hold on a sec I run to the room to spew my troubles Hoping that this will be the last I venture back to my room Back on my bed Trying to get comfortable Before having to get up again
You said you loved me but that can't be true. Because love means forever; me and you but truly I can't love you I can't return what you give to me I'll always be sad no matter how happy I'll be I'm too much of a hassle Easy to unravel I appreciate the thought of admiration but I know that I'll succumb to my desperation.