To Nadia,
i sick of crying,
sick of being hurt and sad,
sik of all this trying,
to stop it being bad.
I aint in the mood for it,
really cant take this shit.
I dont know what to do,
would have killed myself if it wernt for you.
But i cant be arsed no more,
to wake up and not be sure,
weather day ahead will break me,
if today is the day I see.
Cuz one day I'll come home to cry,
just give up on life and let me die.
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