it feels lonely, crying by myself each night.
my only comfort is i don't cry myself to sleep.
'cause then it'd be way too obvious.

the tears wouldn't stop falling earlier.
the pain won't leave me.
the urge to create new lines is still there.

i can't think of you now without tearing up.
i wish i could hate you.
but i can't.

so the only thing i can do is hate myself.
it's easier that way.
i'll just throw all the blame on myself.
it's so much easier like that.
i won't need to do much then.
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