not the end of the world
It was over.
Her last tear was dropped,
She put the gun to her head,
but the camera shut off before the gun popped.
It was over.
He had his last breakdown,
He ran away from home,
everyone knew, the whole town.
It had been over.
She was unhappy, she wasn’t sorry
She had been depressed,
But did anyone really worry?
It wasn’t over
He dug the last blade into his skin,
He wanted to be with her,
but he wasn’t down for death.
It ended.
She was on cloud nine,
Everything was over,
She was finally fine.
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