What more could it take
An arm or a leg
The devotion to responsibility
To know I will never have your back
Or lay by your side on the yellow grass
The animosity of loathing under the same context
With all steps
Ill be born again
Alone that is
But that doesn't make it okay
I'm already dead
You co-wrote this suicide note
I would never need an excuse for the way I was
I just wanted to be loved
I don't care why it happens this way
Why are we here not here not here at all
I just crave a spark In the darkness
But I know you cant feel this heart
I already lost it like I lost you
I can already tell the mess I created
You're not from this (place)