These Days, These Nights
These Days, These Nights
As days turn to nights
my bleek circumstances
are still a fright.
I don't want to talk to anybody,
I'm not interested in hanging out,
I'm an extrovert,
I'm just not myself lately.
Something has shifted in me,
my personality had drifted.
my life is ripping apart day by day,
as my heart did five years ago.
Everyday I hate him more,
each day I wish I had never been born.
every night I hate my life more and more.
Why is life such a bore to me now?
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