Count Me Out


If all life is, is a broken heart, you can count me out.
I'm done with all the tears
The smiling through the pain
I can't handle my soul being crushed
Not even for one more day
I always thought that there was more
More love more hope more dreams coming true
I believed the books and movies
There was always a happy ever after
Not here, not now,
I don't know why
I can't see the point of living
If living means this pain
My heart, flopping,
A dying fish out of water
My soul as frozen as the poles
Midnight winter here to stay
Count me out
The game is done
The fight is over
The last goal tendered
If pain is living
Hell must be paradise

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