The love I never had,
Is killing me once and for all.
There comes a point when the loneliness is too much.
When everyone you love is gone,
And everyone who hasn't loved you doesn't care.
No reason left to be here
No one left to live for, to care if I'm gone.
I'm merely just an oxygen waster,
In our screwed up world
So I might as well dig myself a grave
In the woods of heaven
And bury myself.
For if I didn't, no one would.
I'll die slowly in a simple box,
An oxygen waster no more,
And maybe the love who never loved me
Would care.