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