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What can I do?
What can I say?
This confusion is not new,
but yet it never goes away.
The tears pour from my eyes,
day after day, night by night.
I can't live with all these lies.
I can't live with death before my sight.
I don't know what I can do.
It hurts to live, to breathe.
It hurts to be without you.
The hurt is deathly it festers and seethes.
All is lost, everything is sad.
I can't see the point of life.
I'm sick of everything and always being mad.
Yet I know I will forever be full of strife.