I'm a destroyed man
Imagine
The person you though was the one
Things don't work out
Those once happy dreams turn to nightmares
Your literally haunted by what use to be happiness, and love
So you wake up from this nightmare, and your cousin sees you crying when you wake, and asks you what's wrong, so you explain that the girl of your dreams wants nothing to do with you, in any aspect, then he says that y'all talked the other day and that you said that you still cared about me I guess I just wanted to hear it for myself I guess, I don't know, the truth will probably kill me anyways
Hell I'm better off dead
No worries
No more pain
Nothing
Just black
