Better Off Dead


I'm a piece of shit,
the worst kind.
I understand why you
don't want to be mine.

When you were here,
my life was great.
But I treated you bad
for goodness sake.

I lay in bed and
do nothing but cry.
I pray to god that
I'd soon die.

I don't deserve you,
this is true.
But the love of my life
will always be you.

My love for you,
not enough can be said.
But without you,
I'm BETTER OFF DEAD....

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