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And just like that...

She's gone. I scared her.
Love is scary, true, but I really didn't mean to.

Rock bottom looks cozy from under this rubble.
I'm apathetic again, all in one instant.
I miss her already. Yeah, didn't take long.

This is that very moment that
Proves I really died that day.
Hell is but a set-up.
Everything is, even great, actually.
Shit, it's ironicly unreal.
Then everyone dies and leaves.

Wow. Oh my god.
This is how it feels
To realize you've been dead.
Now all I can wonder is
It possible to die twice?

Maybe I should sleep on it, but
We both know I won't.
Well, at least I do.
As far as I can tell,
It's only me who exists
(If you can even call it that).

I'm that me I hate, once again,
Maybe living, maybe dead, but
That me who doesn't care.

All I want to do is care.
The purpose is so meaningless
If it's just me who means any of this.
So what to do now?

At least now I know that
I've already died.
I've been walkin' in my coffin like
Everything's alright.

Maybe if I slept on it, I'd find out I'm wrong.
But the only way to sleep is to listen to this song.
The song will agonize
As I further realize
That god's real, and gave me eyes
To make me watch my own demise.